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Mrs. MARY F. TOMS. 



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By Mrs. MARY F. TOMS, 



NIHNTIC, CONN. 



USfithin this hook, 

Dear friends, you will find, 

Food that -will satisfy 

The deepest mind; 

find 'when you read, 

il.sk God to bless 

find save you throi. 

His dyiniJ yrs.ce. 




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Copyright, 1888. 
By MRS. MARY F. TOMS. 



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Bear Lord, please help to dedicate this bank, 
So that all who within it look, 
Many or few, that they may find 
Food well suited to the mind, 

life ouyht to very careful be 
What we pen for the world to see — 
We may send them to ruin or despair, 
Dr otherwise to a world that's fair. 

May God help all who within it look 

To ponder well what they read; 

End never have cause to condemn this book, 

But receive most precious seed ; 

Seed that will yrow in after years — 
Seeds to bear fruit for heaven ; 
Thoughts that will give no doubts or fears, 
But seeds giving fruit in their season. 

Oh, that I could from this feeble hand 
Cause some one to start for heaven; 
I should feel anew near the holy land, 
For dear Jesus hath me forgiven. 

(3) 



DEDICATION. 

Dh, yes, in sin he found me, 

Weary and sick and so sad; 

He forgave, threw his arms around me. 

Thank God! It made me glad. 

Rnd long years I have told the story 
Of our beautiful Christ and his cross; 
find I joy in the old, old story, 
And from me He takes all the dross, 

Come, go with me to yon Heaven, 
Where Christ and God doth reign 
There the whole lump will be leaven, 
End there not a single pain, 

Read it through and do not get weary. 

Praise Cod! I hope it will save 

Some poor wandering sinner, 

E'er the hand that penned it is cold in the grave. 

MARY F. TOMS. 



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Page. 


1. 


Dedication, .... .3 


2. 


Uplifting of my Soul, 






9 


3. 


Life, 






11 


4. 


A Life in God, . 






13 


'5. 


My Prayek — Jan. 29, 1880, . 






15 


6. 


Gahfield, 






17 


7. 


Memorial Service — Gahfield, 






19 


8. 


Thoughts, 






21 


9. 


Death, .... 






23 


10. 


Friendship, .... 






24 


11. 


On the Name of Mart, 






26 


12. 


Prater to Labor for Soui.s. 






28 


13. 
14. 


To \ Sister in Christ, 
I am Thinking To-day, 






28 
30 


15. 


Temperance and Intemperam e, 






31 


16. 


Alcohol, 






33 


IT. 


What is Spiritualism? It is a 
Sorcery' and Witchcraft, 


Greai 


' Revival oi 


t 

35 


18. 


To my Son on the Briny Deep, 






44 


19. 


Time Passes, 






4.-. 


20. 


To A Friend in SORROW, 






46 


21. 


On Bended Knee, 






47 


22. 


Stormy Day, . 






49 


23. 


Glory in my Soul. . 






50 


24. 


Jests Gently Whispers Peace, 






51 


25. 


The Gardens of God, 
Garden of Eden, 
Garden of Gethsemane, . 
Garden of Paradise, 
Garden of Earth, . 






53 
53 
54 
55 
56 


26. 


My Dearest Treasure, 






58 


27. 


We All do Fade as a Leaf, 






59 



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CONTENTS. 



28. Peai e, . 

20. Tears, ..... 

30. From tiii: Cradle, 

31. TO THE GbAI E, ... 

:\2. (Ill \l;\ SlGNARELLI, . 

33. hi amy. When Wilt Thou Die, 

.34. T<> the Sinner, 

35. Mnsn ra Mi Soul, 

36. To Oub Esteemi d Pastob II 1lN» k \ni> Wi 

37. Oub l>i rv to God and Man, 

88. On thje Death of Albebt 8. Botchrtss, 

39. Time, ..... 
-in. Ml Mother Dear, 

41. M\ DAUGH1 BR M IlOOIE, 

42. The New-made Gbave, 

43. My Dabling Rose, 

44. Resting Beneath the Shadow, 

4.">. Wandering, .... 

46. Safety in Christ, 

47. Our Couni ri ind < >ub Eomes, 

48. June, Beaui ifi l June, 

40. Hope on Fobbveb, 

50. Unsai ed < »nes, 

51. Heaven, .... 
Povi in Over Drunkenness, . 

53. Tkust, ..... 

54. The Rain, .... 
Tm. I Ni.v in Will Go Back, 

56. BEAl mi l. Sonostbess, 

57. The Beautiful Sea, . 

58. w hi. rou Meet Me in Heaven, 
50. Si slight in the Boul, 

60. Rum, ..... 

61. <>\ the Death of William II. Starr, 

62. I \i: 1 1: \ni> III w in. . 

68. II. W. Beecheb— Thou Mights .M\n. 

64. Til' 'i '.II i - k.T Si n-i i . 

66. Win • Winter • ombs a., mn. 





CONTENTS. 








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Page. 


66. 


On the Death of Richard Goodale, . .124 


67. 


To My Brother John, 






127 


68. 


In Memokt of Jessie McNaughton, 






128 


69. 


Mysterious Are Thy Works, O God, 






130 


70. 


Beautiful Snow, 






131 


71. 


Eternity, 








132 


72. 


My Elder Brother. . 








134 


73. 


Come to Jesus, Sinner, 








135 


74. 


Our Mabel, 








130 


75. 


Rain, ..... 








138 


76. 


Spring; .... 








130 


77. 


Memorial Day, 








13'.) 


78. 


God's Word, . 








141 


79. 


To Miss Libbie Swan, 








142 


80. 


On the Death of Vanderbilt, 








144 


81. 


Wedding Day, 








140 


82. 


Heaven and God, 








147 


83. 


On Earth, 








149 


84. 


For Our Band of Hope, 








150 


85. 


Near Thy Side, 








152 


€6. 


Welcome, 








152 


87. 


Love for Mother, 








153 


88. 


Beautiful Land, 








153 


89. 


Saltation, 








154 


90. 


Reflection, 








1 55 


91. 


Flo\vers, 








156 


92. 


Beauty, .... 








157 


93. 


To A Brother in Temperance. 








158 


94. 


Never Forget, 








160 


95. 


The An<;uish of Soul, 








101 


m. 


Christmas, 








163 


97. 


Honesty, 








164 


98. 


"As Ye Go, Preach," 








105 


99. 


A Sigh for the Dead, 








167 


100. 


To Byran F. Maiian, . 








168 


101. 


To Mr. and Mrs. Tolman Denison, 






. 170 


102. 


To Mr. and Mrs. Eli Smith, on the Fiftieth Anni- 




versary of their Wedding Da 


l - , Nov 


24. \^ 


83, 


. 171 



( 0NTENT8. 



103. On thi: Death of Theodore Bases, 

104. RSSCI B Tin: PebISHING, 

105. Oh the Death op Estheb Wood, 
L06. The Hi man Heabt, . 

I »n i be Past, 

L0& To Deab Lai ra, 

109. To II \riii:, 

110. To Fbiend .Mahy, 
ill. On thi: Death <h- Flora Ford, 
112. Oh ras Death of William Whaley, 
118. Blessed 'I'm >i ohts, 

114. Fob \ Tempebani e Worker, 

115. To Mi:-. Marci - MORTON, 

116. On the Death of M\kv Buntley, 

117. 'I'm Resubbei thin Mukn, . 
11 s ;. Mi Mission while on Earth, 
L19. 'In Mrs. Mi Clbllan, . 

120. Woman's Sympathy, . 

121. The Summer Hath Ended, . 
l:.".'. 'l'n Sister Glosson, . 
123. Affection, 

184. Written on THE Death of William and Ri< hard, 

125. T" \ Fbiend, . 

126. Jesus, .... 

127. [NSTALLATION, MAY 19, 1882, . 

128. Rosi bi ii. 

129. Thanks, Dear Lord, . 

130. Inmt;\\< E, 

131. Blossoms, 

132. <>\ Tin: DEATH OF Hi BBAND, . 

188. < >n the Death of Nellie Raymond, 

184 My Sa's toes, 

185. Fob a Wedding, 

186. The Wab Cby, . 

187. The Gospel mini 

188. To Sister John Li i b, 

189. Be Ml B LND Kind, 

i in. Ous Loved Ones, 

141. I am going Bomb, boon, 



Poems. 



Splitting of Sir S©ul. 

My soul is lifted up to Thee, 

precious Lamb of God ; 
I feel to-day my liberty. 

My precious, precious Lord. 

There is within my heart, my God, 

A blessedness more sweet 
Than all the gems of golden ore, 

Or crowns at monarch's feet. 

There is within this mortal coil 
A feeling of pure heart-felt joy — 

And it is from thine own dear self 
That Time can ne'er destroy. 

My blessed Master and my God, 

How wonderful thou art: 
Thou changest every thing, my Lord, 

Even to the vilest sinner's heart. 



10 POEMS. 

Jesus Christ, I long for Thee 

As a dove longs for its nest ; 
Or as the prisoner joys when free, 

So Long 1 for Thy loving breast. 

Tongue is too short to e'er express 

The wonders of thy love ; 
Never till we are safe at home 

Shall we know half enough 

Of thy dear blessedness within 

Our hungry, thirsty souls. 
Thank God! It clcanseth from all sin; 

Yes, heals and makes us whole; 

Purifies our vile, wicked, natures, 
.Makes our dispositions sweet — 

Makes us honest creatures, 
Makes everything complete. 

Soon we'll land our weather-beaten harks 

In that sweet haven of rest— 
Away from all that doth molest, 

And sing the songs of those that's blessed. 

Ood, even now by faith I see Thee, 

Thou holy Lamb of Ood — 
How ] long to be more near Thee; 

Yes. near to Thee, my blessed Lord; 



LIFE. 11 



Sitting basking in the sunlight 

Of thy smiling face ; 
Resting forever day and night, 

Near Thee, my Resting Place. 



Life. 

Life is a beautiful thing, 

Though freighted with trials and cares : 
It was given to us by our Lord and King, 

And we tender to Him our hearts' desires. 

"We thank Him for life and health, 

And for all blessings He on us bestows. 

Life is better than rubies, diamonds or gold — 
Life is beautiful. Yes ! lovely to behold. 

There is life in the shrubs, insects, and flowers — 
But stop ! Let us think — it is gone in an 
hour. 

But the life that's beyond, to be sure 
Is a life that's holy, a life that's pure. 

And the life that God gives is Eternal Life — 
When we arc done with care and strife, 

But a life of goodness, to us is a command, 
In order to live at God's right hand. 



12 POEMS. 

God's only Son claims life ; 

But to Him by the Father 'twas given. 
But not till lie went to the " Father of Light," 

And was seated with Him in yon Heaven. 

No death is there — Thank God ! 

All loveliness and lite 
No covering beneath the sod 

Of child, husband, or wife. 

Oh ! we thank Thee for this life — 
By Thine own hand 'twas given. 

If a holy, happy, life on earth, 
We have the same in Heaven. 

All glory to God! we'll be happy then, 

In our home beyond the sky. 
All glory to God ! Amen ! 

All glory to God — we cry. 

We praise Thee, God, for Thy love — 

We will praise Thee forever and aye, 
As we worship in Thy courts above 
Throughout an endless day. 



A LIFE IN GOD. 13 

M liife in G©d. 

I am fully prepared for the last long sleep 
From which God's saints ne'er " wake to weep. ,: 
They sleep secure, and sweetly rest — 
Pillowing their heads on Jesus' breast. 

Securely shall their bodies lie 
To await the summons from on high. 
Sweet is the sleep the righteous sleep, 
From which they never " wake to weep." 

I have thought it over, there is nothing here 
To bind us to this earthly sphere : 
There are saints of God — of course its nice — 
But better far in His Paradise. 

I often ponder over the fields of light, 
And think of the home that is always bright, 
Of the "City of God" and the "River of Life"— 
And it's all secure from care and strife. 

I think, too, of our God and His Son, 

And the fields of Paradise we with them will roam ; 

Of the great beautiful " White Throne." 

Where our blessed Jesus will claim His " own." 

I am thinking, too, of the " Judgment Day " — 
When we before him shall stand ; 
And of the records kept in that wonderful " Book,'' 
That he will hold in His powerful hand. 



14 P0EM8. 

Jesus, beautiful Jesus! Thou " Holy One! " 
The " Lamb of God ;" His only Son. 
Beautiful - Babe of Bethlehem!" 

Glory to Thee — "Holy Lamb." 

1 am all bound up in Thee, blessed Lord ; 
Great and glorious blessings Thou dost afford, 
Precious promises to us have been given — 
That wait our very souls to Heaven. 

( ) Father, God, to thee I meekly bow, 

And 1 expect a blessing from Thee now ; 
The " Holy Ghost" His power o'er me shed, 
And numerous blessings fall upon my head. 

I hunger, thirst, for Thine own righteousness — 
Thou (Treat Jehovah! king of blessedness! 
Spirit of Holiness ! king divine ! 
Precious Saviour — Thou art mine. 

Mine to tell me what I wish to know 
Of things above, and things below ; 
Of things eternal, of things divine, 
And of blessings to suit my mind. 

In Eternity I expect to praise 
Thee, with no ending to the days, 
Enjoy the presence of Thee, Lord, 
My blessed Saviour and my God! 



MY PRAYER. ]_£ 

Mf Pr?aYei?. 

Jan. 29, 1880. 
Our " Union " was organized to-day, 
May God help us always to " watch and pray " ; 
Yes ! keep us united heart and hand 
To rescue the perishing in our land. 

Let our watchword always be " yea and amen," 

As we try in the Lord to do what we can, 

We will crush out the demon by our efforts and 

prayers, 
And be blessed in all our labors and cares. 

Lord of all kindred, look upon us to-day, 
To bless us — and give us great powers — we pray — 
To crush out the " Demon of Rum " from the land ; 
And keep us united — a temperance band. 

The love that we have for each other is great — 
As we go hand in hand, for the dear Master's sake, 
In trying to crush out the Demon Rum. 
Thank God ! We are farther than when we begun. 

Yes, farther advanced in the Temperance plan 
Of trying to rescue the fallen man, 
And trying to shut up those horrid "dens" 
That slay and ruin our noblest men. 



]Q POEMS. 

God of our Fathers ! To Thee we would cry 
Daily and hourly, " pass us not by," 

But give us the victory — eheer upon cheer — 
Until siu and intemperance is gone from us here. 

Have mercy, God, on the men at the bar; 
Cast them not from Thee in anger alar, 

1 Jut gently lead them in Thy fear. 

And make them know that thou art near. 

Thy mighty power in Niantic display, 
Help us to teach transgressors the "way"; 
Help them to bend 'neath Thy chastening rod — 
And willingly own that Thou art God. 

O Lord, when we meet on that glorified "shore,"' 
And all our pains and heart-sorrows are o'er, 
May we meet all the w> sellers" and drinkers then, 

Rescued, redeemed, and glorified men — 

"Clothed and in their righl mind" before <!<>d, 
Saved from the crooked paths they have trod, 

Saved and redeemed by our Saviour's blood — 

Joint-heirs with Jesus — heirs with God. 

<) God of oui 1 fathers! We beg thee still more 
To bless our Union with undying power; 

Grant to each member a power from above 
Oi f<t it It and light and love. 






GARFIELD, 1881. 17 

Gapfield, 1881. 

Dearest Garfield, thou hast left us, 

And our loss we deeply feel ; 
But it is God that hath bereft us 

And He " docth all things well." 

When we prayed that thou mightest live 
We thought we could not let thee die, 

But unto God we the glory give, 

For He has called thee to thy home on high — 

To live forever in His precious love. 

There thou wilt never know any pain, 
But in that happy home above 

What is our loss here, is thy eternal gain. 

Thou didst struggle all thy life long here, 
Through poverty, pain, and woe — 

Just fitted, seems to me, to live ; 
Why felled by the assassin's blow ? 

July the second — what a blow 

On our dear country fell ! 
It draped our hearts and homes with woe 

Just like a funeral knell. 

But in it all we see God's hand — 

For nations now unite 

And send their gifts of love to Thee 

And bury all their spite. 
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|S POEMS. 

Ii seems thy life must needs be taken, 
For through it God semis peace — 

Peace from mil ion to nal ion. 
See ! Queen V ictoria kneels — 

Kneels to ( lod and prays — 

Ami semis her wreath of love 
To emu ii our Garfield's brow. 
Is it m>t peaceful now ? 

Now, Lonl, cheer the fatherless ones — 
Gather them in thy arms — 

Speak to them in their lonely homes — 
Say " fear not I death's alarms." 

< > Jesus, mighty king '. 

I teal the mother's heaii just now. 
I lelp the \\ idowed \\ ife to sing 
There is kw balm in < Ulead now." 

Jesus, hover near t hem ; please 

Take them all in 'Thy embrace. 
Bid all their e;irihl\ sorrows cease, 

For the\ Shall see Thee t';iee to hiee. 

< ) Lord, our God in I len\ en, 
To Thee we meekly how ; 

III inerrs let Thy pOVi er he ei\ en 

To guard our Presidenl A rthur now. 



MEMORIAL SERVICE — GARFIELD. 1Q 

We give Thee all the praise, 

keep us free from sin. 
" Guide us with Thine eye," 

And keep us all. A men. 



ffiemopial Sepvice -Garfield. 

A memorial service for Garfield I heard to-day. 
Yes ! Garfield is dead and laid away. 
Our heads with sorrow and mourning bowed, 
As we thought of him in earth's Lasl shroud. 

Brothers Ogden and Ewer were there, 

They assisted in hymns ; mil preaching, hut prayer. 

Benton told of his life, from its earliesl date 

I |i to i he time of its lying iii state — 

Of his poverty, and struggle <<> gain the end — 
Of education and goodness, on which to depend — 
of his courage so noble in battle and strife 
And at the old "White Bouse," where ended his 
life. 

The sermon hy Elder Benton was given ; 
Ami he spoke of his being prepared for heaven. 
A better sermon I uever heard ; 
It was interesting, every word. 



OQ POEMS. 

He spoke of the mother so lender and true, 
And of what she desired her son to do — 
Of the trust they both placed in the Lord. 
Surely Garfield will receive a sweet reward — 

When the greal trumpel of God shall sound 
To awaken the saints that sleep in the ground; 

And bid them to bright days ascend — 
To live with Jesus, their heavenly friend. 

In mourning the church was heavily draped — 
Flowers and evergreens mingled with crape ; 

And glittering stars were shining there, 
Just like our President soon will wear. 

A better President Ave never knew: 
A friend of our country, so noble and tine. 
But the hand of the assassin laid him low, 
Poor, friendless Giteau, his foe. 

Very solemn were the services to-day. 

Our hearts seemed to soar away, away, 
Down to the place where our President lay. 
There, yes! there, with that lifeless clay. 

O Lord, guide our country from danger and sin. 
Stay the hand of the cowardly assassin. 

Keep our country in perfect peace 
Until our life on earth shall cease — 



THOUGHTS. 21 

Then with Thy great redeeming power 
Cleanse the earth. Thy promise is sure. 
Let us hear the words " Well done ; 
Come up higher with me and my Son." 



Precious thoughts come to me now : 
Thoughts of loved ones on the other shore 
Thoughts of the joy in a beautiful heaven - 
A home with Jesus for ever more. 

I am glad that our father above 
Teaches us gentleness, patience, love — 
Teaches us humility, joy, and peace, 
And gives us a home where trials cease. 

Oh ! Glory to God, our beautiful king ! 
Help us, dear Lord, Thy praise to sing ; 
Keep us holy, clean, and pure — 
Help us the trials of life to endure. 

The earth is filled with beauty, Lord, 
And everything but sin is sweet. 
Rich mercies Thou dost to us afford, 
And Salvation — all complete. 



22 POEMS. 

Can we ever praise Thee half enough 
Fur all Thy care of us ? 
Or tell to others, as we go forth, 
Half of Thy love and tenderness. 

The stars Thou made to shine for us, 
The sun, to give us heat — 
The moon to guide in darkest night — 
Thou madest everything complete. 

God accept our heartfelt thanks ! 
Oh! how our hearts o'erflow. 
We will remember Thee, O Lord, 
And we will try our love to show. 

Sinners, come and seek His favor — 
Seek His favor while you may. 
For you He died upon the cross, 
That you should not be lost. 

Give your heart to Jesus now ; 
Before His throne just meekly bow; 
Let I li in take your heart of sin, 
And place a new, clean, heart within. 

Build you up in holy faith — 

Keep you in the narrow way, 

Lovingly upon Him wait — 

Then angels will meet you at the " Gate." 



DEATH. 23 

Death ! What a solemn thing ! 

As it passeth through our land 
It robs the throne of every king ; 

Divides us, heart and hand. 

Death, how strong thou art ! 

Thou severest all our earthly ties — 
Thou makest tender every heart ; 

death, canst not thou die ? 

We feel thee in our land, 

Taking friend and foe. 
death, canst not thou stay thine hand ? 

Why lay poor mortals low ? 

Why take the babe from mother's arms, 

The husband from the wife ? 
Why dost thou cast such dreadful gloom 

Upon our earthly life ? 

Death, death, how long 

Through this earth wilt thou roam? 
Thou takest earth's best treasures, 

And bear them from their home. 

Death, death, where art thou ? 

We feel thee passing now. 
Thou hast taken President Garfield ! 

There is the death-damp on his brow. 



24 POEMS. 

Death, death, be silent ! 

All people mourn to-day ; 
Thou hasi taken the head of our nation 

And quietly laid him away. 

Death! Thou wilt stay thy hand, 
When Jesus comes to reign. 

Jesus can stay thy mighty power, 
And take thy victims home again — 

Home to a home that never fades, 
Where Death itself shall die. 

No sorrow, pain, no death. Ah ! no. 
No tears in any eye — 

Tears all wiped away, 

By our Father's own dear hand. 
We shall sing redeeming love, 

In that heavenly, holy land. 



Friendship. 



Give me a friend in sorrow. 

That will love me for self alone. 
Nol :i friend of to-day or to-morrow, 

Ami after that they are gone — 



FRIENDSHIP. 25 

But one that will cling for a lifetime, 
Through sorrow, pain, and distress — 

One that will bear with my failings, 
Nor love me any the less. 

One that will sit by my bedside 
And smooth my fevered brow — 

One that will stay at eventide : 
Such ones not plentiful now. 

Give me a friend that will cheer me 
When a dark hour doth come — 

One that will always be near me, 
Near me in sunshine and storm. 

These are the friends I adore — 
These the ones dear to my heart — 

These 1 shall love evermore — 
Nothing but death can us part. 

Tongue is too short to ever express 
The feelings down deep in my heart ; 

Friendship for me when I'm old — 
Yes! poverty stricken — alone. 

They are the ones I could clasp 

Forever in a loving embrace — 
They are the ones Heaven sent, 

Full of beauty and grace. 
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26 FOAMS. 

May God bless such friendship as this. 

It is recorded in Heaven on high. 
Friendship that's sealed with a kiss — 

Such friendship never can die. 



Gn the Pame of ffiapv. 

The name of " Mary," Oh how Bweel ! 
Was there ever one other so near complete? 
For her to whom it once was given 
Was half of earth and half of heaven. 

All to whom this name is given 
Should try with all their heart 
To keep it free from stains of earth, 
And never with it part. 

Never start when thou nearest the name. 
For a noble woman had the same — 
The mother of Jesus', God's only Son; 
Bound in unity, the same as one. 

Mary on the resurrection morn — 
Mary at the Saviour's tomb 
To see if her blessed Lord had gone, 
[f not, to help Him endure the gloom. 



ON THE NAME OF MARY. £7 

Just think of the joy of the Lord that day, 
When he beheld her there. 
" Go" — said He — " and prepare the way." 
Yes ! Go and the way prepare. 

Three " Marys " stood at the Cross 

Where our dear Saviour died. 

Was it not a heartfelt loss 

For those Marys that stood by His side ? 

Listen to Mary as she spoke to the Lord. 
Ah ! with tremulous voice she cried : 
" Jesus, if thou hadst been here 
My brother would not have died." 

Cherish the name, cling to it — Mary ; 
Keep it pure and holy ahvay. 
Guard it, keep it forever ! 
Yes, cling to it forever and aye ! 

Up to the height of yon heaven, 
Mary, e'er long you will be borne, 
There to live with Jesus forgiven — 
There to hear the " well done." 

Canst thou not trust Him, Mary, 
While on this earth thou dost roam ? 
Oh ! cling to Him, live for Him, Mary — 
Soon He will welcome vou " home." 



•J$ POEMS. 

Braver? to Labor for Souls. 

Jesus, mighty Lord and king, 
How 1 love Thy praise to sing! 
How 1 love to work for Thee — 
Thy loving kindness, Oh ! how free ! 

Jesus give to me great power 
To labor in Thy vineyard here : 
Power to win dear souls for Thee — 
Power to work acceptably. 

Give me words that 1 may speak — 
Words of wisdom, power, and love — 
Words to win dear souls to Thee ; 
Lord, save them through Eternity. 

Lift them up from earth and sin : 
Help them, now to enter in 
To that better world above 
Where there is peace, light, and love. 



Wo a Sister? ir? Christ. 

Dearest sister, 1 thought 1 would write 
The thoughts of my mind to you. 

It fills my soul with great delight 
To know vou love Jesus, too. 



TO A SISTER IN CHRIST. 29 

How often I think of thy kind words of cheer, 
Given as we met " by the way " — 
Of our great love to our Father above — 
The Saviour that taught us to pray. 

Be faithful, my sister, to Christ and God 
While you dwell in the body below : 
'Tis a painful path that we all have to tread 
But, if faithful, to heaven we '11 go. 

Pray often for me and I'll pray for you ; 
Thereby we '11 gain strength you will see. 
Let your prayers ascend to Heaven, my friend, 
In all your heart's purity. 

Pray for our union, our " temperance band," 
That we go heart in heart, hand in hand ; 
Go through fire and water, if need be, to save 
The sinner, the drunkard from a dishonored grave. 

My soul goes out to the " Father of light " 
That Zion may prosper so well and bright; 
That sinners may look — yes, look and behold, 
That Christians take pattern of Jesus of old. 

His pathway was rough and thorny, like ours ; 
Not one came to strew His last pathway with flowers. 
But in His last hours they vanished like dew — 
Oh ! the anguish He suffered for me and for you. 



30 POEMS. 

But adieu, my dear sister, adieu — 

Manj a time I'll think of you ; 
I wilL pray that I shall meet you above, 

And bask forever in the light of God's love. 

Thanks be to God for salvation, 
For it will save the whole creation. 

Save every one that will come to Him, 
Save them, yes. save them from all sin. 



T am Yhinlxincj Vo-dav. 

I am sitting to-day and thinking 

< >! sinners that are marching to hell ; 

I am thinking, too, of the " Bar of God/' 

Where His children who love IJim shall dwell. 

I am thinking, too, of the great li white throne," 

Where the King Himself shall stand : 
Thinking of the " book of remembrance," 

Wherein are the names of " His own." 

And 1 am thinking, too, of the solemn words 
That this beautiful King shall say — 

To some, " inherit eternal life " ; 

But to others, "depart from me away." 



TEMPERANCE AND INTEMPERANCE. 31 

I am thinking too of my kindred, 

That I know in my heart will be there ; 

And we shall meet to part — no — never — 
In that home prepared so fair. 

I am thinking of they who stand by their God, 
And fight till the eye grows dim — 

They are the ones who live nearest our Lord, 
And the ones that will be taken to Him. 

They are the ones that will shine in His glory, 
With beautiful stars in their crown ; 

They that believed in the " old, old story," 

And were washed in the " blood of the Lamb." 

Praise God, thou dear eternal host, 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

Praise Him through all eternity, 
Praise the eternal Majesty. 



5Ferr]pei?an(ie and Intiempepar]Ge. 

Temperance ! what a beautiful work it is ; 

It seeks out the fallen man, 
A part of religion temperance is — 

As workers we '11 do all we can. 



32 POEMS. 

Its a work full of love, and pity 

For the lost and fallen race. 
As we look, 1 ask who can help it? 

But look with pity at the poor bloated face. 

Clothing all threadbare and rusty: 

Shoes worn out, Oh ! so thin — 
Hardly a cover for stockingless feet, 

Caused by whisky and gin. 

Go to their homes ; there is nothing — 

No chairs, no table, no beds, 
No food for the bare-footed children ; 

And on straw pallets they rest their dear heads. 

Fire gone out ; there is nothing to kindle; 

No woodpile packed up at the door, 
No joy in these dwellings; they can mingle 

With none but the poorest of the poor. 

The look on the face of the wife as you enter 

Tells all you could wish to know, 
Nol a thing on which her hopes to center — 

Nothing but misery and woe. 

The babe that she clasps with tenderness, 

Only causes her pain ; 
For where is the food and the clothing 

To give it again and again. 



ALCOHOL. 33 

There is none, for husband 's a drunkard ; 

He spends all his money in vain ; 
Brings nothing for the wife and children 

But sorrow, again and again. 

We temperance sisters can help them 

To arise from their folly and sin ; 
To be men instead of drunkards, 

And by giving up whisky and gin. 

Let us light up the careworn faces 

Of the wives and children at home ; 
Carry them food, fire, and dresses, 

And make them a comfortable room. 

Then will the blessing of heaven descend 

To bless us while here below — 
Then will our prayers find acceptance with Him 

Who taught us the " cold water (rift to bestow." 



Rlcohol. 



King Alcohol ! There 's misery in thy name, 

For all that use thee come to shame. 

Ruin and distress before thee goes — 

Hunger, thirst, pain, and death — the worst of foes. 



34 POEMS 

r; iii. brandy, and other drinks with thee combined 
To ruin man and woman's mind, 
Robbing them of virtue — a gem bo rare: 
Nothing so destructive can with thee compare. 

All happiness is blasted here on earth by thee — 

Man's cheap but bitteresl enemy. 

We call it cheap, bui can vre count the cost, 

Or number the souls that through it have been lost f 

We hear men tell only, - only ten cents a drink." 
Oh mortal man! 1 beg thee stop and think. 
Cheer up, there are better days in store for thee; 
Look up to God and claim thy liberty. 

King Alcohol! The brightest ones on earth 

Here fallen by thy power ; 
The loveliest ones that e'er this land gave birth 

Have withered like a flower. 

Withered and dead and lost. 

Shut out from Paradise ; 
Who shall count the cost? 

None but Christ the crucified. 

() God, as temperance workers here we bow; 

><']\i\ a blessing down upon us now. 

We tarry here a little while, dear Lord — 

A refreshing from tb\ " «rord." 



WHAT IS SPIRITUALISM ? 35 

And we as Christian temperance workers, 
Through Christ, will do what good we can. 

O Lord, please bless the means used by us 
To raise up fallen man. 

Then when done with time things here, 

With shouts of victory we'll rise 
To inhale the perfume of a brighter sphere 

In the courts of Paradise. 



What Is Spiritualism? 

IT IS "A GREAT REVIVAL OF SOllCEKY AND -WITCHCRAFT.' 

Spiritualism is a fraud. 

I've put it to the test. 
It denies the existence of a God, 

And all that Christians love best. 

They say there is no heaven. 

Where all good people dwell ; 
That no one needs their sins forgiven, 

For there isn't any hell. 

They say they are their own savior, 

Saved by the deeds they have done or do ; 

They thank no God for a favor. 

Their works will carry them through — 



3(3 POEMS. 

Through the dark journey of death 

To the " plain" where they safely will dwell, 

No Saviour, no God will be there ; 
Not even the terrors of hell. 

No respect for our beautiful Bible. 

They say it is nothing but " trash," 
And the " commandments" are nothing but " rid- 
dles," 

And they will go down with a "crash." 

They say they arc disgusted with churches, 
And every thing in them (that is good) ; 

The preachers arc nothing but heathens, 
And couldn't be more if they would — 

Preachers dressed up in their k * white vest and 
ties," 

Going around with their cloaks of sin: 
Tell me what you think, dear reader. 

Of the Spiritualist's knowledge of sin ? 

Surely Christians have got a foundation; 

l> No other hath any man laid 
Than Jesus Christ the righteous*' ; 

Be the "debi hath paid." 

We bow, humbly bow, at the altar 
< »i genuine beauty and love ; 

At the feel of our blessed Master 
We give honor, glory, and love. 



WHAT IS SPIRITUALISM? 37 

Perfectly willing in Him to abide ; 

Safely we feel near His wounded side ; 
Gladly we welcome from Him our heaven — 

Soon the whole " lump will be leaven." 

Redeemed by a crucified Saviour, 

Pardoned and free from all sin ; 
All glory to Him, He 's our Leader, 

Our Lord, our Redeemer, our King. 

Come, give yourself to God, my friends, 

To be sure your sins forgiven — 
Be sure you gain that happy end, 

A home forever in heaven — 

A home of holy, happy thoughts, 
Where holy, happy angels stand ; 

A holy, happy, mighty throng, 
At God's right hand. 

Safe, safe with Him, you'll never fail 

In anything you try to do. 
But to the " King of Kings " give praise — 

It is your duty to — 

Your duty to give God His own. 

For you dear Jesus died ; 
For you He suffered on the Cross ! 

Yes, for you was crucified. 



38 POEMS. 

Think of the hope the Christian has — 
The hope beyond the tomb ; 

■ A place of pure and blissful rest — 
No shadow there, no gloom. 

There with all our sins forgiven, 

Rejoicing in God's love, 
Safe within the walls of heaven, 

We'll sing redeeming love. 

Spiritualists ! Come, Oh come ! 

Get a check on the " hank of God's love " ; 
Secure for yourselves a home — 

A peaceful home above. 

Give up the works of divination ; 

They are a curse to the people of earth. 
Give better works to creation. 

Better works to the land of your birth. 

Give them something to help them 
To arise from their folly and sin: 

Give them something that 's lasting — 
Something for them to win. 

Something to carry them over. 

Or through, the dark valley of death : 

Something that we can rely upon, 

As we cease to breathe this weak hrcath. 



WnAT IS SPIRITUALISMt 39 

Something to last them forever ; 

Be with them when on that bright shore : 
Something like Jesus our Saviour — 

Something better than golden ore. 

What, my readers, more precious 
Than the love of the crucified One ? 

What more beautiful than Father — 
Our beautiful Father above ? 

What more beautiful than heaven ? 

A place by our dear Father's side — 
With our many sins forgiven, 

Sitting down with " bridegroom and bride." 

Oh come ! Yes, come all 

And do what good you can 
To raise up fallen woman, 

And also fallen man. 

Give to the breeze false doctrine, 

To carry it from our sight ; 
And let us make a pledge, then, 

To do nothing but the right. 

Shall we meet again, dear reader, 
In a world that is free from all sin ? 

Or shall we part from each other, 
Never to meet aaain ? 



40 POEMS. 

Some gone where there's " wailing and gnashing of 
teeth," 

Gone down to the " valley of death." 
Forever gone, ah ! forever ! 

Ah ! there is pain at every breath. 

When I stop now, and think, 

Tis these thoughts that give me pain — 
Can it be, my friend, my reader, 

That we shall never meet again ? 

Let me tell you, my friend, something true : 
Except that the " blood " be applied — 

The blood thai was shed for me and you 
From the Saviour's wounded side, 

Some will go down to the shadow of death ; 

Some up to the height of yon heaven ; 
Some all shattered with sins of youth, 

And few with their sins forgiven. 

For " as the death day 1 caves us 

So will the judgment find " — 
Find us at God's right hand, or not ? 

I bed it my friend and forget it not. 

This is a money-making business 

We all can plainly see. 
Selling Christ for the paltry dollar; 

Bui oh ! the misery, the misery 



WHAT IS SPIRITUALISM? 41 

Will be yours, my friend, my reader, 
If the course you much longer pursue. 

Repent! take something that's dearer, 
And more lasting for all and for you. 

In the Book of God we find 
Precept upon precept, line upon line, 
Forbidding the works of divination 
Being allowed in our creation, 

But to see that it is driven out of our land 
As a Christian people and a Christian band. 
So shall evil be put away 
From among the people of to-day. 

The works that ye do, He doth plainly tell, 
If done in His name, is all very well. 
But by no other name under heaven 
Shall miracles be done or sins forgiven. 

" Well ! " says one, " Do you believe 
That woman of earth has power to receive 
The power that Christ is willing to give — 
So they can say unto the sick — Live ? " 

Yes ! I do believe these things — 
For it came from my Lord, King of Kings. 
" Then why do you not do it ?" say all. 
Because 1 have not the faith to call — 



40 POEMS. 

And say to God, " Come, give me power 
To cure the sick this very hour " ; 
If so, I could do as they did then, 
Doing it all in Jesus name. 

"lis the voice of God speaks through me to you. 
Saying: " l>id your sins and follies adieu ; 
Try to be a blessing in our land, 
By working for Jesus — heart and hand. 

And another thing I wish to say — 
Don't talk of Jesus in such a vile way : 
For sooner or later you will surely find 
You'll wish you'd treated Him more kind. 

For the very breath you breathe He gives ; 
All life's blessings from Him you receive, 
For "Life Eternal " to Him you must look, 
And after all acknowledge His beautiful book. 

For it 's a guide to you He has given — 
To point your faltering steps to heaven; 
And help \ <»n to journey on the road 
In a way to meet your friend and God. 

I wish there was something that I could say 
To entice you from Ibis sinful way. 
And learn you to trust in a holy God, 
E'er you rest beneath the sod. 



WHAT IS SPIRITUALISM? 43 

For it is pictured before me as plain as the sky : 
If in this way you die — 
You are lost to a future bright and fair — 
Gone down to the grave in dark despair. 

And Oh ! I pray you may return 

Unto your Friend, the Lord — 
For Him your very heart should yearn, 

E'er you rest beneath the sod. 

Farewell ! It's a sad, sad word — 
It's the sadness that gives me pain : 

But trust, Oh ! trust dear Jesus — 
Then we shall meet again. 

Meet again with ten thousand angels ; 

Meet again, with joy we will sing ; 
Meet again, all glory to Jesus — 

All glory to our great king. 

Meet again beyond the river, 

In the Paradise of God : 
Meet again to part — no never ! 

He says so in His " Word." 

Farewell ! Again 1 say farewell ! 
Do shun the road that leads to hell. 
Accept the road that leads to God — 
It is the same that Jesus trod. 



44 POEMS. 

Farewell ! Tis a long, sad word — farewell ! 
And it gives me pain that 1 cannot tell : 
For in the faces before me, I can but see 
A battle for a time — but it 's a dark eternity. 



To My Son on fehe BrHnv Deep. 

He now rides on the mighty deep, 

Watches the ship while all arc wrapt in sleep: 

Yes, upon the mighty deep he roams ; 

From mother's care, afar from friends and home. 

Yes, but he knows that God is on the deep : 
And watches everything while he sleeps, 
Commands the ship — breaks the winds at sea, 
And whispers gently " come to me." 

Come unto me, seafaring man, come ; 
Trust me, I'll guide thee safely home 
Into the harbor of "eternal rest," 
If thou in faith will lean upon my breast. 

The ocean ship is risky : '1 will nol stand 
Nearly as much as Christ's on sea or land. 
Come shipwrecked snub come, stand the test, 
And see if Zion's ship don't sail the best. 



TIME PASSES. 45 

Time passes on ! Waits not for us. 

A day, a month, a year has fled : 

Friends have died and left this world also — 

They are numbered with the dead. 

Time passes on ! Shall we take heed — 
Tear from our sinful hearts the obnoxious weed ? 
Or shall we let it thrive within and grow 
Until our lives and minds are torn with woe. 

Time passes on ! Shall all thing's pass away 
And leave no light in us for that evernal day ? 
Then God shall reckon up to see who will be lost 
Of all that 's on the ship of life, hard tossed. 

Shall you and I, dear reader, stand the test 
Before our Lord who "doeth all things for the 

best ? " 
Our Saviour stands full of pity, love, and power, 
To welcome all that trust Him to the heavenly 

bower. 

Just think one moment ; stop and think ! 
Time passes on. Shall you and I 
Be saved ? or sink in death, ah ! sink 
In hopeless misery ? 



4tj POEMS. 

Time passes on ! Soon Christ will come 
And bring the blest reward. 
Be will take J I is ransomed children home 
To dwell with Him and God. 

Time passes, leaving traces behind 
Of a sinful lite and a shattered mind: 
Of a life ill-spent — full of clouds and care- 
Xot a spark of Christianity there. 

Time passes on, and we soon shall rest ; 
Some, I trust, on the Saviour's breast — 
Some will hear Hie word depart — 

Spoken with feeling from a Saviour's heart. 



To a Friend in Soppoiv. 

I cannot talk to you to-day, 
For tears unbidden start : 

I feel lor you. my dearest friend, 
With all my tender heart. 

'I'll'- child I know is missed by thee, 
But stop ! in \ friend, and think 

Of drunkenness and immorality, 
Hi' might into such vices sink. 



ON BENDED KNEE. 47 

Or, he might learn to curse and swear. 

Yes ! take the name of God in vain ; 
Oh ! woman stop — weep not — for fear 

Thy son shall live again. 

The lovely flower so soon did die, 
And left a mother's gentle care. 

Hush ! just wait, weeping one ! 
Jesus hath called him ; it is fair. 

He now rests safely in Jesus' arms ; 

He calls the children unto Him, 
Takes them, keeps them from all harm, 

In Heaven they are blossomhur. 



On Bended Knee. 

When on bended knee before Thy throne, 
God, I meekly, lovingly bow ; 

I feel within a hallowed peace, 
A sanctifying power comes down. 

It fills my heart, it runneth o'er, 

So full of love it is. 
T stop and meditate, my Lord, 

And drink my fill of bliss. 



4tf POEMS. 

Such love as Thou dost bestow on us 

No other can ever give. 
Thou dust tell us if we abide in Thee — 

We shall forever live. 

Lord ! we believe the promises 

That Thou to us hath given. 
They feed our souls while here on earth, 

And will feed us still in Heaven. 

I long for thee, Thou knowest, Lord — 

1 am weary and sick of sin, 
I long for Thee for Thou art God 

Kind, gentle, and ever loving. 

And 1 know when I am safe with Thee, 

1 shall be forever blest ; 
From sorrow, pain, and sin be free — 

And there securely, safely rest. 

blessed God ! Beautiful One ! 

how we love Thee and Thy dear Son; 
And the home Thou art preparing for me. 

Thou wilt give when 1 pass o'er the " river" to 
Thee. 

Can I wait, dear Lord ; can 1 wait 

For the word from Thee to go in through the 

It seems thai I must take wings and fly 
To my beautiful home beyond the sky. 



STORMY DAY. 49 

God, save souls I pray ; 

Convict, convert, and save from sin ; 
Save them every hour or day, 

And take them all to Thee to live. 

My Blessed Master, King Divine, 

I thank Thee for taking- this heart of mine, 

And keeping it safe within Thine own, 
Until Thou takest the body home. 

Then, there, 'twill be clothed with immortality, 
And the heart with new body united will be, 

And then to Thee our praises we'll sing — 
Yes ! all praise to our beloved King. 



Stopmv Dar. 



It storms to-day, but there is peace within, 
Because God reigns — my lovely King. 
I look to Him from day to day, 
And humbly live and humbly pray. 

Life is sweet, but heaven is sweeter, 
And Jesus — sweeter, sweeter still ; 
As Heaven grows nearer I feel Christ dearer- 
Yes ! greater love for Him I feel. 

3 



50 POEMS. 

Let Thy great heart touch my heart, God — 

Then 1 will be satisfied. 

Thou art the One to be adored — 

My joy, my love, my pride. 



GIopv in mv Soul. 

There is glory in my soul to-day 

Because I am saved from sin, 
Nor do I fear to sing alway — 

My Jesus took me in. 

precious thought ! My God, my King, 
My everlasting " Prince of Peace," 

Thy spirit is so comforting, 
And the riches of Thy grace 

I>oth keep me from death's mighty sting. 

Opens death's door and lets me in, 
Crowns me queen o'er land and sea ; 

When I roam it comforts me. 

Most precious Christ, most precious I jamb, 
Thou art mine and Thine 1 am : 

All day long 1 think of thee, 
Thou lovely Lamb of Calvary. 



JESUS SWEETLY WHISPERS. PEACE. 51 

mighty God, Thou art 

But a God that 's kind and true. 

And Oh ! Thine own great heart 
Sheds love like morning dew. 

Such a wonderous power Thou hast, 

And much of it I feel ; 
Nor would I with it part, 

But before Thee humbly kneel, 

And let thy blessings sweet 

From Heaven on me descend, 
And prostrate at thy feet 

I'll lay till life shall end. 



Jesus Sweetly; !7higpei?S, Peace. 

When our Saviour was on earth 
He softly, sweetly, whispered peace. 

He taught to us from earliest birth ; 
Let strife and sorrow and malice cease. 

When beside poor Lazarus' form 

He stood, so sad and still, 
With quietness He did it all — 

Raised him up at will. 



52 POEMS. 

Even at the dreadful cross — 

Silent, peaceful, sorrowful, they nailed Him there, 
With crown of thorns, and curses, 

Still peacefully He all did hear. 

Sweetly still He speaks to-day, 

" Brethren united be, 
The blood 1 shed upon the cross, 

Was quietly, willingly, spilled for thee." 

" Children, love one another ; 

Even as I loved you." 
So love each, my brother, 

Is a golden rule to you. 

Then when you lie in death's cold slumber, 
There will be no frown upon your brow — 

But peace, sweet peace upon your face, 
Heeause you did to Jesus bow. 

Such gems as these can not be hid. 
Even beneath the coffin lid ; 
The body, though held in death's icy hand 
Will be encircled by a heavenlit land. 

< ) that people would believe 
That from God they could receive 
Blessing, from bis bountiful hand 
To keep them pure iu this earthly land. 



THE FOUR GARDENS OF GOD. 53 

To lift them up from earth and sin, 
To fit them for the land they are to enter in ; 
To be glad when they hear the welcome call — 
Eternal life is ready for all. 

Those who, when the Master called, 
Gave up sin, drunkenness, and all, 
And lay prostrate at Jesus' feet, 
For the loving Master's use made meet. 

Just now methinks I hear Him say. 

" Come hither, I am the truth, the way ; 

Come, dear weary ones, and rest. 

Pillow thy head on thy Saviour's breast." 



Wtye B®up Gardens of. God. 

GARDEN OF EDEN. 

There was once the Garden of Eden, 
So wonderful, beautiful, and fair : 

God made it for man and woman, 
And in clue time placed them there. 

Trees, shrubs, flowers of every kind 

Was there, for them to use and behold : 

Except the tree of forbidden fruit, 

If they ate of that it would ruin the soul. 



54 P0EM8. 

Nothing to hide its beauty from view, 
If they only their Lord could obey: 

But oh ! they shrank from their duty. 
And were banished from Eden one day. 

Satan had passed and told them 
That they should nol surely die ; 

It was false — what their Maker told them, 
They should behold that fruit with the eye. 

So they listened, and then partook of the fruit. 

And in that moment they fell : 
And the Lord came at cool of evening, 

And His presence they knew too well. 

Said He, " Adam, where are thou?" 

For Adam had hidden away. 
But he came forth, received his sentence, 

And the curse is with us to-day. 

GAHDEN OF GETH8EMANE. 

Pass on to the Garden of Gethsemane, 
Where our Saviour knelt and prayed — 

" God, let this cup pass from me " — 
Can the hand of death be stayed ? 

Ah! no — the sins of Eden's garden, 

Jesus, our Saviour, must bear : 

Our heavenly Father's only Son 

.Must settle this sad affair. 



THE FOUR GARDENS OF GOD. 55 

*' Not my will, blessed Father, 

But Thine of God be done ; " 
I yield, I yield, I'll go, Father, 

I will not the cross shun — 

" Forgive them, they know not what they do." 
With spikes they have pierced His body through ; 

With nails they have wounded hands and feet, 
And a crown of thorns made the torture complete. 

My bones, my Father — kept in whole ; 
They hurt My body, pained My soul, 
But they could not keep Me in my grave ; 
Neither had their power to save. 

The all-sufficient God above 

That gave the son He dearly loved 

To redeem this wicked race — mankind — 

In the end will leave no sin behind. 

Christ rose from Joseph's own new tomb 
Cast aside terror, banished gloom, 
Gave Salvation full and free — 
And in this Nineteenth Century savs " Come to 
me." 

THE GARDEN OF PARADISE. 

We behold Him now in a garden of peace 

In the Paradise of God where trials have ceased. 

Clothed with immortality — 

God's blessed son of glorious liberty. 



56 POEMS. 

Preach the word ! is His command ; 
Over seas — throughout the Land. 

Tell them 1 have risen, who died to save ; 
Tell them to fill a Christian's grave. 

Tell them 1 have become notorious, 
Everything I have done is glorious : 
Tell them to come to me and live, 
1 will all their sins forgive. 

Tell them I'll fill them with my love, 
And take them to my courts above : 
Though like scarlet they shall be like wool ; 
I'll forgive freely, and fill them full 

Of the Peace that passeth all understanding, 

And a crown of life they shall wear : 
And a life that has no ending. 
In this garden of Paradise fair. 

Sinners, wake up ! Seek Christ to-day; 

lie is the life, the truth alway : 

"The King's business requires haste," — 

You have no time, dear friends, to waste. 

ti:k <; \i:i)i.\ <»■' EARTH. 

This Garden of Earth is very fair 
(Where you can for the Garden of Paradise pre- 
pare). 
Dig out all the weeds and make it brighl 
And sweet, and lit for a garden of light. 



THE FOUR GARDENS OF GOD. 57 

There are weeds of jealousy, you will find — 

And this is very rank of the kind. 

A weed of selfishness too is there ; 

And a weed of dishonesty — for it take care. 

A weed of idleness amongst the rest — 

The weed of despondency, too ; 
And the weed of discouragement abreast, 

And what are these going to do ? 

Why spoil the mind, body, and soul ? 
If you uproot one, you must the whole : 
Pull up everyone — useless weed, 
And you have a garden for God indeed. 

Take Jesus always to mark out the land ; 

When pulling the weeds, take hold of His " hand ; " 

When settling the principles, keep close to His 

side — 
Trust Him, ask Him to be your guide. 

Ask Him to keep the garden within you clean, 

So at any time it may be seen, 

Without waiting to pull and hide 

The weeds that may be growing on every side. 

Glory to God ! these gardens may be 
Kept clean for the eye of God to see, 
If we only let Him take care of the seed, 
That it falls not down to make new weeds. 



58 POEMS. 

My Dearest Treasure. 

There are dear treasures now of earth, 

For each and all of us to love : 
Let us be careful while in this land of our birth, 

That by doing well we may find them above. 

Find them secure with the master of light, 
Shining like stars, beautifully bright; 
The dearest treasure I have indeed, 
Is my Saviour, God. He doth me feed 

With heavenly manna from His throne above ; 

Tells me to rest secure in Him : 
Forever to rest 'neath the wings of His love, 

And claim His forgiveness of sin. 

I'll gladly obey Him, for I dearly love 
Tb is God of earth and heaven above : 
This Prince of Peace, this Holy Son — 
For God and Christ are truly one. 

No one ever came to Him, 

And empty went away : 
Ah, no ! He surely cleanses them, 

Makes them pure as day. 

Teach me all the glorious truth ; 

Of Salvation, full and free. 
Teach them the wonders of thy love, 

And glorious, glorious liberty. 



WE ALL DO FADE AS A LEAF. 59 

Teach them to shun the paths of misery, 
And cling close to Thy wounded side : 

Tell them they can work mightily, 
Filled with Thy joy and pride. 



VJq all i© Fade as a Leaf. 

We all do fade like the flowers, 
To-day, so fresh and green, 

To-morrow, dead and gone — 
Scattered beneath our feet. 

" We all do fade as a leaf." 
To-day, so fresh and green, 

To-morrow, sere and dead, 
And hardly fit to be seen. 

This teaches us to be ready, 

For our lives are just the same ; 

Hopes blasted, looking deadly : 
And, oftentimes a blasted name. 

We all are growing old, 
Our locks are turning gray, 

The step that once was bold 
Is feeble now — gives way. 



60 POEMS. 

The form that once was straight 

Is old and thin and bent, 
And the eye that shone so bright 

Has lost its strength. 

But the God that gave us birth 

Is watching all the while 
From the throne above to earth, 

With a heavenlit smile. 

And the cheering, blessed, words of words: 
'•Though gray hairs shall your temples adorn 

I'll take you to me, blessed one — 

You like lambs in my bosom will be borne." 



Peace. 

And best of all there is a safe retreat 
Near our Jesus, all fitted complete. 

And the trees bearing each its manner of fruit, 
And everything lie has promised to suit. 

This land. lie says, shall be bright. 
Himself promising the better light. 
No pain, do sorrow, no tears, no care, 
And, Praise God ! no death shall be there. 



PEACE. 61 

An everlasting home in peace, 
And a permit to sing God's praise ; 
Oh ! so beautiful beside our king — 
With all our hopes centered in Him. 

Oh! the joy that fills my soul 

As the years around me roll ; 

A constant thought for Him who died, 

And a seat soon near His wounded side. 

Oh! when I think, 1 can hardly wait — 
I so long to be ushered through the " Gate," 
So long I to hear the words — " Well done ; 
I claim thee, child ; come home." 

Father, I come — dear Father, yes 
Take me Father and me bless; 
I am so glad Thou ownest me 
Keep me safe, and near to Thee. 

Let me rest my weary, painful head 

Near thy great loving heart ; 
Silently Thy blessings cover me when dead, 

And I am of Thee an immortal part, 

To be raised when the last trumpet shall sound, 
To awaken all nations that sleep in the ground : 
And in bright glory always stand, 
A conqueror, at God's right hand. 



<jO POEMS. 

Wears. 

Tears ! What do these pearly drops tell ? 

Do they speak to us oftentimes to heed 
The sorrow as deep as the deepest well, 

As they fall from the eyes of those in need ? 

Teardrops are tell-tales of love you know — 
As well as the sorrow of a heart ; 

Tears are tell-tales of joy, too, 

When we meet, thinking never to part. 

But part we must, this side of rest, 

Altho' it gives such pain ; 
But in Jesus let us always trust, 

Then we will meet ne'er to part again. 

'T is a blessed thought to think of Him, 
And to Labor together while here — 

Is a blessed tiling, by-and-bye from pain, 
With no cause to shed a tear. 

And this is true — we shall never weep, 
When we are sate on the other shore ; 

There not a thought of rest or sleep- 
All weariness and sorrow o'er. 



FROM THE CRADLE. (33 

F-F©m Ihe Girdle. 

Look, ray friends, to the cradle, 
Where the little innocents sleep — 

To care for themselves they are not able, 
Just lying there in a little heap. 

I say in a little heap or lump of sweetness 
That must be handled with care ; 

Must be brooded in sunshine and darkness — 
We must always for it tenderly care. 

Six months will tell the story to us, 

Whether it loves us or not. 
How it will motion its body for us. 

Even then we are not by them forgot. 

Think you baby knows mother ? 

Most certainly every baby will. 
Let mother pass by cradle with another, 

And see if baby will keep still. 

When two or more years have passed, 
Think you they need mother then ? 

Why yes, they need her care and caressing 
To teach them to shun all of sin. 

Watch them and train them gently 
All the way through this weary life ; 

Teach them of Jesus so friendly — 
Who will help them in future strife. 



64 POEMS. 

When womanhood and manhood arrives, 
Can they do without mother then ? 

Ah! no. no, it would be perfect folly, 
They would be strange women and men. 



To the Grave. 



When old age, we may Bay, creeps upon them, 

Can they even then say good-bye 
To mother, or even father ? 

Ah no! they need them nigh. 

What for ? To continue the teachings 

That were begun when in the cradle they lay; 

There is never an end to our preachings — 
To keep them in the good " way." 

Discouragements they will always encounter, 
All the way through this weary life: 

They always need mother and father 

For their counsel and encouragement ripe. 

Ripe with sad experiences always — 
They have traveled this earth o'er and o'er; 

And keep their children from follies — 
By telling the story to them as before. 



CHIARA SIGNARELI. (55 

When on a bed of pain and sorrow, 

Don't they need mother then ? 
Whether young or old, you will hear — 

" Send for mother — send, Oh ! send." 

And when they learn they must die, 
What, reader, is the first thought? 

Send for parents, even brother and sister, 
Have I loved them as I ought ? 

Have I done my duty to parents and God, 
Or has it been a downward course 

That my feet have always trod ? 

Tell me is it right, 'twixt thou and I and God? 



In a cell in New York city 

Is a lady of beauty and pride — 

Condemned for shooting a hypocrite; 
Can any one this woman chide ? 

It seems to me it should not be 
That men can be so blind ; 

Rather, they should have pity, 
On a woman of this kind* 



(36 POEMS. ■ 

They say she is a murderess — 

Well yes ! that all may be ; 
But what of that wretched husband 

That caused this fearful misery ? 

Look at her maidenhood and beauty 
When he sought her in Italy fair; 

And how, against her mother's wishes, 
She was forced to marry this bear. 

When the rum demon failed 

To inflict wounds enough for his eye 

That husband would take from mother's bosom 
Her own dear lovely child, 

And into the gilded saloon 

With the child in his arms he went; 

And there he taught her hatred, 
Which was his wicked intent. 

"Do you love me, dear Rosina?" 

"Yes," was the child's reply. 
" Do you love mamma, Rosina ?" 

" No no ! Papa, not I, not 1." 

This kind of teaching to an only child 
Is enough to make one wild — insane; 

Besides the rum and the cruel scars 
Made by the hands of this demon. 



CHIARA SIGNARELI. §7 

No food, no clothes, no dear home, 
Such as a Christian family should own ; 
Nothing but crusts, and a bed of straw, 
No fire to warm, no husband to cheer, 

Nothing but hardships all the time. 
What do people think of this awful crime ? 
Hang that poor Chiara ? my God ! say no ! 
She hath had enough of earthly woe. 

A man that would hang a woman for this 
Deserves the death himself. 
Ah ! no, love her, let her go free — 
Soon ah ! soon, give her liberty. 

The world is rid of one more wretch ; 
Would to God there were no more of such. 
It is a terrible sin to license men 
To sell rum and make demons of them. 

This pitiful scene can never be portrayed — 
So many of murderers before rum laid ; 
The heart gets hard, and the conscience dead — 
No feeling for the wretches that rum has made. 

O God ! We can look near and far 
And see these sellers behind the bar ; 
Poor defenseless woman laid low 
Bv the hand of a demon that rum made so. 



68 P0EM8. 

O God of our nation, in pity look down 
On Chiara Signareli — give her a crown; 
'Pake her, God, where the angels arc 
And give her a home all bright and fair. 

Forgive all her sin and wash her clean 

In the Blood of the Lamb that was shed for man. 

Take her to Thee, where the angels are. 

And give her a home all bright and fair. 

God bless Warden Walch and his daughter Blanch, 
For lifting up the fallen one, and giving a chance 
To the poor murderess they attention give ; 
Forever with Thee let them live. 

Go on, lift up suffering ones nobly ; 
Care for them gently, beautifully. 

Point them to that Lamb on high 
That hath died for suffering humanity. 



rnfamv! \7hen !X/iIt Thou Die. 

You ask the question. " When will infamy die?" 
When the license of liquor has gone by — 
When the shadows of meu turn and arc men. 
You will bear the shouts of victory then. 



INFAMY ! WHEN WILT THOU DIE. 69 

Poor-houses then will close their doors — 

Men will save their money — there will be no 

" poor." 
Prisons will lose their power to hold, 
For men will be upright and bold. 

Their pride when free of rum will keep them back ; 
When " rum is in their wit is out ; " 
They do not know what they are about, 
They can't tell what they lack. 

These brutes behind the saloon bars 
Ruin everything here that 's fair ; 
What do they know ? What do they care ? 
So long as money comes in there. 

The wives dress in the very best — 
All for self ; dogs take the rest. 
But Oh ! What an awful doom 
The rumseller will meet with soon. 

His riches shall " take wings and fly " — 
His pockets shall be more than " dry." 
He has God's laws all set aside, 
And makes his rum money his pride. t 

He has caused murders and enormous sins ; 
Wretchedness and horrors that would blind the eye. 
The dollar is the god he wins, 
For that he would all but die. 



70 POEMS. 

Wo tne Sinner?. 

"Why will you die, poor sinner, 
Why do you tarry from God ? 

"Why will you always be hungry 

When there is plenty of heavenly food ? 

Why will you neglect your Saviour, 
Who hath died that you might live ? 

Why cannot you do Him a favor ? 
Come unto Him and live. 

The salvation He offers is free ; 

'T was purchased by Him with His blood. 

Why cannot you it receive ? 

Given to you by the dear Son of God. 

How can you grieve Him so freely 
When He is so kind and so good ? 

Come taste of His blessings, they are ready 
Come treat Him just as you should. 

He will give a home in His glory, 
A sweet and blessed abiding place; 

And with Him sing the " old story," 
Seeing Him face to face. 

The Bible will point out the way, 
And Christians will help you on; 

The Bible will teach you to pray 
To God, the Father, and Son. 



TO THE SINNER. 71 

Life is quite short, but it is sweet ; 

And flowers will be strewn in your way 
If you keep the commandments complete, 

And humbly and devoutly pray. 

And when you lie down to rest, 

For a little while, to fold hands and sleep, 
Surprised you will be to see the blest — 

When you awake never to weep 

In the resurrection morning, 

When the great trumpet shall sound ; 

The likeness of Christ your heart adorning, 
And you safe on holy ground. 

Your eyes will feast on radiant glory, 

Such as you never saw before, 
And you will think of the " old, old story " 

That was told in days of yore. 

The story of the King and His glory — 
And the beautiful great white throne ; 

Of the God that doth adore you, 

Who now calls you His loved, His own. 

Welcome, my beautiful Saviour — 

My Prince of everlasting peace. 
My Saviour's God I love thee ! 

I rest in thee with ease. 



POEMS. 



Praise Thee, my Master and my Ood, 
Praise Thee my everlasting Lord ; 

1 long to see Thee as Tin mi art, 

And rest beside Thee, heart to heart. 



Music in my Soul. 

Music has a charm for me 

That I cannot control. 
In everything 1 seem to be 

There is music in my soul. 

The humming of the bees brings forth 

A music soft and sweet. 
The music of the breeze in the trees 

Calls for wonderful thought. 

The music of the birds is dear 

To one who loves so well — 

The music of the tiniest thing 

Makes my warm heart swell. 

Yes! swell with rapture at the cricket's chirp, 

Or at the musical whippoorwill ! 
Or even at the night-frog's peep 

1 sit and drink my till. 



MUSIC IN MY SOUL. 73 

There is music in the laughing stars 

As they twinkle in the sky, 
And shoot and play their own plays, 

Thinking, perhaps, that nunc are nigh. 

They obey their Heavenly Master 

In what they do perform — 
Far better, perhaps, than we do; 

That we may know later on. 

We know they do it perfect ; 

Neither chide they, or fight, 
But perform their every duty 

On each perfect night. 

I love to watch the lovely moon, 
In the dead watch of the night : 

Watch its majestic movement on — 
Its ball of lire so very bright. 

There are the daises ; as they wave 
Their lovely white-capped heads, 

Telling us they live and move 
And are using what God gave. 

Everything to me seems gay. 

As the years around me roll. 
All says — each in its way — 

There is music in my soul. 



74 POEMS. 

There is music in the organ, 
And in the tolling of the bells ; 

Whether they call us onward 
Or whether the funeral knell. 

But the music that greets us always, 

No matter where we go, 
Is the musical voice of Jesus — 

There is music in my soul. 

And when in Heaven with Jesus, 
Oh ! how my voice will roll ; 

Singing glad songs for Jesus, 
AVith music in my soul. 

Come, sinners, join the chorus, 
And gain the Heaven-bought rest; 

Yes ! claim your home with Jesus, 
And sleep, like John, upon His breast. 



Wo our? Esteemed Pastor? Manna, and 



Dear brother and sister, I pen a few lines, 
Out of my great, loving heart ; 

It will only make it brighter shine 
If you will with me take part. 



TO OUR ESTEEMED PASTOR HANNA, AND WIFE. 75 

As my pastor and my shepherdess 
I have learned to love you well ; 

And we will work for God's own righteousness — 
Of His goodness we will tell. 

We will shout His praises all abroad, 

And tell sinners how He died ; 
Tell them He is their Lord and God ; 

For them was crucified. 

"We expect our garments to get rusty 
If we do our work for Jesus well : 

We know what to do when we get thirsty — 
Drink from salvation's well. 

" He that cometh unto me " shall live 

In everlasting joy and peace: 
" A crown of life " he shall receive, 

That my right hand shall give. 

And when we all get weary 

In the prayer-meeting \vc '11 rest, 

And talk and pray to Jesus, 
The One that we love best ; 

And there receive the blessing, 

That comes when we on Him wait; 

His love that never ceaseth, 
Will meet us at the gate. 



76 POEMS. 

Brother and Bister, work on, 
Soon we'll lie gathered homo ; 

Millions have finished journeying, 
Some no more with us will roam — 

For they are sweetly sleeping 

Till the resurrection morn ; 
The trump shall cause the waking — 

The calling from the tomb. 

We will meet our King with gladness, 
Our friends in Christ will all be there; 

No tears, all joy, no sadness — 

We will roam in fields that's lair. 

Accept this tribute from a friend sincere; 

We are happy in our choice this year. 
And many more we hope to spend 

Before our life on earth shall end. 

Then at the glorious gathering, 
When we are all called home ; 

We '11 forget the trials Of the past. 
When we have Eorgot to mourn. 






OUR DUTY TO GOD AND MAX. 

Our? BufeY feo God and ffian. 

Our duty to God is to love and obey Him 
Through all the walks of life ; 

Our duty is to keep the commandments 
And avoid envy and strife. 

Our duty is to praise our Redeemer, 
And tell of His wondrous love; 

Our duty to care for the sinner 

And point them to the Lamb above. 

Our duty to God, to hold up His Son, 
To tell of His death on the cross, 

Our duty with Jesus be one, 

And let not his cause suffer loss. 

Our duty to defend II is dcai- name 
When the wicked try Him to abuse ; 

Our duty to put them to shame 
When they our King do misuse. 

Our duty to rescue the perishing ; 

Jesus must not die in vain. 
Ah! no, His suffering and dying 

Is our blessed, eternal gain. 

Only just love our Mast it. 

And our interest for Him will grow, 
And we shall be near our Creator, 

Now, and wherever we go. 



78 POEMS. 

E'en through the dark valley of death — 
His hand gently leads us there; 

With His power He upholds us — 
And fills us with purified bliss. 



the Death of filbert S. notches. 

My husband's passed from earth : 
In a moment almost he was gone. 

I ponder to-day o'er the truth. 
Ah ! yes ; while sitting alone 

I think of him so sad and lonely, 

O'er our daughter's death — 
And I ofttimcs sit and wonder, 

And almost hold my breath : 

My husband gone from earth? ah yes ! 
Our Master called — He thought it best. 
I cannot pierce the cloudless sky, 
But hope to meet him by and bye. 

Husband and daughter ! — may they rest 
With .lesns Christ and all tin- blest; 

It will be SW'crt when there We meet. 

And sit in peace at Jesus' feel. 



ON THE DEATH OF ALBERT S. HOTCHKISS. 79 

A husband, father, and loving son 
Hath died — the three in one. 
Ah Father ! open to my view 
The place he is going to. 

His wisdom and His power were great 
To judge the poor man's fate ; 
All his work while here, 
He held sacred and dear. 

The one great debt he 's paid 
When in the grave he's laid : 
May God remember him, and spare 
A place in Eden's garden fair ; 

Where he can meet his loved ones dear, 
That death severed while here : 
And all together, in arms of love, 
Rest forever in courts above. 

Dear husband, to-day for thee I sigh, 
My heart seems almost broken 

Sometimes thou seemest so nigh — 
Still the circle here is broken. 

The vacant chair, and all seems lonely, 

Since thou hast gone away. 
Oh blessed God ! most holy, 

Let us meet again some day. 



80 POEMS. 

Meet where flowers bloom and weariness is dead, 
And the Holy Spirit its sweet incense shed — 
Meet to part, no never, never — 
Husband, wife, and daughter all together. 

I look with longing eyes into the l»lue, 
And picture the land 1 am going to — 
Such lovely walls dazzle the eye, 
And for relief 1 daily Bigh. 

Lord, pity me when Thou dost me chide, 
Let me safely in Thy bosom hide : 
Let my longing meet Thy great heart, 
Then when we meet we '11 never part. 

("live me the "Balm of Gilead " now ; 
Place thy hand lovingly upon my brow; 
Lead me gently all the way along, 
And hosannah, above, will be my song. 

Farewell, dear husband, farewell; 

1 lung again with thee to dwell ; 

Where sin and disappointments all are dead, 

And we by Christ's Spirit led. 

1 '11 try to hear this sad affliction, 
Trusting to meet you in the resurrection; 
Meel with Cod and Christ on high, 
Where death itself shall die. 



TIME. 81 



Time flies, and leaves us all 

To reckon up the past ; 
Its deeds we can't recall — 

A gloom they o'er us cast; 

Causes us lots of pain 

To overlook them all : 
Then what can we gain ? 

Nothing but bitterest gall. 

If we could undo 

Anything that 's past, 
What a terrible pain 

It from us would cast ; 

And to live our lives all o'er — 
Sometimes we wish we could ; 

But should we any bettor do ? 
Sometimes we think we would. 

God knows it 'all. We are highly blest 
To think that He will forgive the past 

He will give us heavenly rest — 
Peace and pardon at last. 



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82 POEMS. 

ffly Mother? Dear?. 

My mother, clear, I still do miss you, 
The world sometimes seems drear 

When I think of you, ever true, 
I sometimes wish you were here. 

There's beauty in your name, mother, 
That fills my soul with joy ; 

The love we bore each other 
Time can ne'er destroy. 

I ofttimes think, dear mother, 

That I thought you could not die; 

I loved you as no other — 
Happy when you were nigh. 

But I know if I am faithful 
That we one day shall inert 

In a kind where all is joyful 

And every thing complete. 

Where pain will cease to trouble us, 

And heartaches known no more : 
But we'll join in the Most chorus, 
With those thai have gone before. 

Mother, dear, could you look down 
From your home beyond the Bky, 
And 1 to recognize you. 

How soon to you I'd fly. 



MY MOTHER DEAR. 33 

All yes ! With outstretched arms, 

I soon would take you in, 
And always try to keep you, 

Thinking it not a sin. 

Mother, I am trying to live without you, 

Trying to calm my inward fears ; 
I know you would wish me to — 

To dry my falling tears. 

I know you would want me to be brave — 
Submit to Father's own dear will : 

Would that I had the power to save, 
But I only weep, and love you still. 

This world is very beautiful, 

That I well do know ; 
And I '11 try to be dutiful 

While I am here below. 

But, mother, there is many a pain 

That I'd make known to you ; 
It would sooth my aching brain, 

And my poor body, too. 

But I must quietly watch and wait 

A few more weary years : 
Then we '11 meet at Heaven's gate 

And cast away all fears — 



84 P0EM8, 

Meet again, beloved mother, 

Tender, kind, and true ; 
You cannot come to me, mother, 

1 must go to you. 

I '11 go as soon as God wills ; 

Till then my soul cries, peace be still. 

Weary, weary and now so sad. 

But the time is coming when 1 '11 be glad 

When we shall meet to part, no never, 

In the sweet bright forever. 



I-\\- Daughter ft)acjcjie. 

Maggie, 1 have never told you 
.lust how I towards you feci ; 

1 am thinking much about you, 
And 1 know 1 always shall. 

1 wish you joy through life. Maggie, 

( M I lie very purest kind ; 
And blessings without number — 

Well suited to your mind. 

Friends to hover near you 

In sickness, sorrow, and pain ; 
Friends that will never leave you 
Until you are well again. 



MY DAUGHTER MAGGIE. g5 

May riches hover near you, 

The riches of our blessed Christ ; 

Lay up your riches with Him, 
Then you will never thirst. 

Have no other God but Him ; 

Before no idol bow the knee ; 
He will keep you free from sin, 

Keep you wonderfully. 

Often on bended knee, Maggie, 
Supplicate the throne of grace ; 

Fight the life battle manfully 
Till you see Jesus face to face. 

For Oh ! its a wonderful blessing, 
That Jesus gives us each and all; 

And when everything is prospering 
Don't forget on Him to call. 

Let thy thoughts to Him arise, 
Like sweet incense in the skies ; 
He a blessing to you will send down. 
Until He gives you a starry crown. 

This is the wish and prayer of mother ; 
Keep close to Christ, your elder brother ; 
For e'er long we will pass over, 
And our future home discover. 



86 POEMS. 

With the trials of life all ended, 
And our voices sweetly blended ; 
Safe, beloved daughter, safe at last — 
All parting, all pain, all sorrow past. 



When I enter a graveyard, 

And look upon a new-made grave, 

Curious thoughts come to me ; 
We are to death a slave. 

When it points its finger 

At the human race, 
Not one of us can linger 

In this our resting place. 

We should not look at death so hard, 
For Christ Himself hath died; 

The cross spake very loud 
When He was crucified. 

The grave He sanctified, 

Made its place very sweet. 
" Lazarus hath fallen asleep," He cried, 

Only fallen asleep. 



THE NEW-MADE GRAVE. §7 

Its only a little step-stone, 

When ) r ou come to think it o'er — 

Just a little anchor — 

Between this and the other shore. 

Do you tell me death 's not terrible 
When it lays our loved ones low ? 

I think its a cruel monster, 
As it passeth to and fro. 

Taking a loved one here and there, 
Saying not even a cheering word ; 

Taking the bright and fair — 
Like the fluttering of a bird. 

Gently, softly it steals them away, 
No matter how much we watch or pray ; 
It has been so since Adam's reign — 
In the Garden of Eden it began. 

Why need we murmur if our loved ones die ? 
It 's only a summons from on high. 
We cannot go to God, I have said, 
Except we first in the grave are laid. 

Let us with patience view this thing, 
And see if we could give a better one ; 
Think you, God does not know .what 's best ? 
He ordered death to give us rest. 



3 POEMS. 

All yes ! ray friends, don't be unkind, 
Thinking you a better way could find. 
Salvation free, 'twill save us all — 
We need not pine at Adam's fall. 

God stepped in for man's creation, 
And gave His Son for this wicked nation ; 
" Come unto me," just hear the call — 
In the sweetness of His voice says all. 

Now who is to blame if they are not saved : 
Are they in duty bound to fill a sinner's grave ? 
Ah no ! says Christ, " Come unto me and live : 
I died and freely all your sins forgive." 

Accept the grave as a little school 

Through which we all must graduate ; 

Don't sigh at death, or play the fool, 
It helps you to a high estate. 



Sly Oaplii?^ Rose. 

Daughter, now I am to yon speaking, 
Hear your mother's voice to-day : 

'Tis mother's life can do the teaching 
Far better than the tongue, I saw 



MY DARLING ROSE. go, 

Right here I ask you to be gentle, 
True-hearted, brave, and kind ; 

You never will find another mother 
So well suited to your mind. 

You know I have tried through life 
To teach you God's righteous will, 

And to live it, too, dear child, 
Which makes it better still. 

I am glad you sought His face 
While in your youthful days : 

I am so glad you love His cause, 
And try to obey His laws. 

Fight on, my daughter, dear, 

Soon mother will be gone ; 
That 's why 1 write these few lines here, 

For you sometimes to look upon. 

Perhaps when sad and lonely 

You will love to look within 
This book and see the lines 

Traced by your mother's hand, 

And then imagine through them 

That mother is always near : 
Just as she used to be, my child, 

Watchinu - o'er her children dear. 



90 POEMS. 

In that blessed abode of love 

I trust we soon shall meet, 
And sing the songs of those above — 

The songs of freedom sweet. 

I'll join with you in that grand chorus. 

When we both become victorious; 
When pain and death are no more, 

And we clasp hands on the other shore. 

This world is very beautiful, 

But a fairer one than this 
Is the one that God's preparing 

For all the pure of His. 

No sin shall enter that abode, 
Nothing but holiness and peace: 

We will inert, dcai- daughter, over there 
When our life here doth cease. 

Be faithful, loving child — 

Take hold of God's dear hand, 

Cling closely to His side 

Till you reach the heavenly land. 

There He '11 point out the place 

lie has assigned tor you. 
Ami you can see Him lace to face 

Jn the home that "s pure and true. 



RESTING BENEATH THE SHADOW. 91 

Resting Ee^eatih fehe Shadow. 

I am resting beneath the shadow 
Of my Creator, Father, God ; 

It seems like a grand old harbor, 
And sentinels keeping guard. 

There seems to be round about me 

Just a beautiful wall of fire, 
Which He has formed to protect me 

Until He calls me higher. 

There seems to be holy angels 

Sometimes bending low — 
Just long enough to whisper, 

As they pass to and fro. 

And it fills my soul with glory, 

As these angels pass me by, 
And I seem to see the glistening 

Of their bright and happy eye. 

Talk about heavenly glory — 

What would you really do 
If you could see the angels 

Hovering so near to you ? 

There is nothing to make you timid, 

Nothing seems out of place ; 
Only a lovely vision 

Of an angel's lovelv face. 



<)2 POEMS. 

< Inly the gently telling 

That 1*11 be an angel too ; 
Just a glorious calling, 

Just as God promised to do. 

Oh! if you could only witness 
The sights 1 have often seen — 

You could hardly live for brightness 
Of the power of our beautiful King. 

Serve God, my friends, whatever you do 

It's a business that will pay — 
'Twill make you happy below, 

And save through an endless day. 

1 would not give my hope in Chrisl 
For all the gems of earth or throne. 

All no! I'd keep my Saviour close 
And say to folly : Haste, begone. 

Not all the gems hid in the ocean 
Can with my God compare : 

His love, His true devotion 

That He does with His people share. 

Arise. () soul ! Shake off thy fears; 
( Hbey < rod's greal commands ; 

He will wipe away all tears. 
And save at His right hand. 



WANDERING. 9g 

Peace ; Peace ; be still. Listen ! 

God speaks to one and all ; 
Dry up your tears, let not one glisten; 

You are ransomed from the fall. 



Wandering. 

I have wandered afar o'er sea and dell, 
Nothing I found that pleased me so well 
As the love of Christ in this heart of mine — 
1 can never murmur nor repine. 

The love of God makes glad the heart ; 
Not for worlds would 1 with it part. 
It 's a guide on earth to a home in heaven, 
And to-day my sins are fully forgiven. 

I have welcomed my Jesus as friend and king, 
Ami proud of Him I am. 
1 will rest 'neath the shadow of His wing, 
And worship the Holy Lamb. 

Abba, Father, 1 daily cry ; 
For Thy companionship I sigh — 
I know we will meet never to part, 
For we 've joined hands and heart. 



94 POEMS. 

Over hills and through valleys sweet 
I've wandered to real my weary feet, 
But no place to me so fair, or good, 
As where I found Thee in childhood. 

Dear Heavenly Father, I wander yet — 
In the thickest briers is the heavies) wheat; 
In these highway places I find lost sheep, 
And 1 bring- them back for Thee, Father, to keep. 

Go with with me, Father, take my hand ; 
Without Thee 1 neither go nor stand, 
But with Thee I fight and win 
In rescuing the perishing. 



Safety in Christ. 

No safety only in Christ our Lord; 
Rich blessings He doth to us afford ; 
Free grace, free love, and all 
Frccness to hear His precious call. 

Why will not men turn and live ; 
Their all to Jesus give ''. 
'Tis sweet to trust iii Him ami rest; 
All those that do are sweet lv blest. 



SAFETY IN CHRIST. 95 

Think of the glories up above 
For those who live in Jesus' love ; 
All those that die in Him at last 
Escape the sorrows of the past. 

In Him they will for aye abide — 
By keeping near His wounded side ; 
Look up; trust God and live — 
The Holy Ghost from Him receive. 

Take Him for your friend ; 
Through life, at death, you will him need. 
At death you surely on Him will call 
To save your body, soul, and all. 

Why not serve Him while you are here ? 
Get acquainted with your Saviour dear; 
Let Him hear your voice in prayer, 
And for Him your love declare. 

Tell God that you want to be 
Saved throughout eternity — 
Tell God that you desire to rest 
Forever on His loving; breast. 



96 POEMS. 

Our? Countnr a^d oup Rome. 

Our country and home arc in danger 
When the trumpet of war doth sound. 

It is then we look to the soldier ; 
And where are they to be found ? 

You will find them at the post of duty, 

Getting used to the rifle and drum : 
For when fighting, they are martialed to music — 

'Neath the Star Spangled Banner" they'vegone. 

They look to the nation's prosperity ; 

Bound to fight and win or die. 
Yes! win for the nation liberty — 

The southern men to look and fly. 

Some often say, when they are in camp, 

•• Poor miserable fellows arc they." 
[f they were in danger you would hear them stamp. 

Come, soldier, darlings, come this way. 

Terrible deception dwells in men and women. 
All over our God-given land. 

[ntemperance makes all inhuman. 
And oftentimes natural for them. 

Our God look down on them — freely forgive ; 

Teach them to love and decently live; 
Teach them to own Thy holy will. 

And hear the words. " Peace, be still." 



JUNE, BEAUTIFUL JUNE. 97 

June, Beautiful June. 

June, how beautiful thou art ! 

Sweet-scented is the air, 
Because thou bringest forth the flowers — 

In earth's garden so fair. 

June — month working for God 

And God working for thee — 
Brings forth the flowers beneath the sod, 

And make things beautifully. 

The trees bring forth their foliage, 
And their blossoms pure and sweet ; 

The earth all green and lovely, 
Looking so complete and neat. 

O month of June, thou dost well obey 

Our Father's great command. 
With beauty thou coverest the earth, 

Beneath God's mighty, powerful hand. 

If we would as strictly obey 

Our Father when he speaks, 
Beautiful would be our earthly ways — 

What blessings we could keep ! 

June, march on in all thy splendor ; 

Obey thy mighty King's command ; 

March on, thou mighty interpreter, 

Throughout our glorious land. 
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<,s POEMS. 

March on ; give us the old, old story 

Of Jesus' great command ; 
March on; give us the victory, 

And show thy power throughout the land. 



Rope on Fopgvcp. 

If it was not for hope Ave all should die; 

Hope kindles a flame in our breasl ; 
Hope kindles the light in our eye, 

Makes us happy and gives us rest. 

We often say: I hope 1 shall live 

In heaven when I rise from the tomb; 

I hope I shall meet my Lord on high, 
And that He will give me a crown ; 

I hope I shall see my friends 
That 1 know have gone on before; 

Much on this I do depend 

When I'm sale on the other slmre. 

I hope God will listen in mercy to me — 
1 would like to be good bul I canM ; 

So much in the Christian 1 see 
It makes me weary and faint. 



UNSAVED ONES. 99 

All sinner ! What is that to you ? 

You have got to be judged for your own ; 
We all know what Christians should do : 

Trust God ; in Him alone. 

Look to Jesus for example, dear soul. 

Christians \ixejust' as they ought. 
Non-possessors arc not pure gold, 

Neither with Christ's blood are they bought. 

Don't stumble over them, I pray, 

It will never, never, you save. 
Christ will teach you the good old way — 

You must uo to Him through the grave. 



yRsaved Qnes. 

Sinners, what would you give 
For a place in your Father's home ? 
Don't you want to go and live 
With God, and Christ, His son ? 

Don't you want to rest when you are free 
From sickness, sorrow, and pain ? 
Don't you want a place that is pure, 
Where you can freely enter in ? 



100 P0EM8. 

Don't you want it all your own ; 
All deeded to you in full, 
And a seat near the Father's throne ? 
If so, accept the Golden Rule. 

Look up to Christ with repentance, 
And mean every word you say. 
And He will give you an inheritance 
That will last through an endless day. 

He will give you a crown of righteousness 
Which only the saved ones can wear, 
And a robe of dazzling brightness, 
When you are under your Father's care. 

The road to heaven is lovely, my child ; 
The flowers sweet-scented and fair ; 
You can gather the cultured and wild — 
When gathered of them, take care. 

If you will try to be the Lord's 
The battle you will surely win ; 
All you have niveunto God, 
And lie will gladly take you in. 



LIFE OF CHRIST. 101 

Life ©f GhPiSfe. 

The life of Christ was full of sorrow 
Up to the very last of His days ; 
It was grief to-day, and to-morrow, 
Yet it altered not His ways. 

Not a moment did He lose His sweetness, 

Not one command did He lay aside ; 

To do his Father's bidding and show his kindness, 

Was His constant joy and pride. 

" Oh ! Father, save the erring one for me," 
Was Jesus' constant thought and prayer ; 
" Forgive them, they know not what they do " 
Was on His lips as He perished there. 

Upon His brow a crown of thorns 
By wicked hands was placed, 
Yet looking up to God, He cried, 
" It is finished ; " He, so full of grace. 

Our beautiful Christ, our Prince, our King, 
Our precious Master, and our God ; 
How oft I've tried to picture Him, 
And fall upon His chastening rod. 

He is so fair, so sweet, so good, 
He seems to lift my soul on high ; 
Whene'er I try to write of Him 
I can hardly use my eyes — 



102 P0EM8. 

Such light comes down from Him to me, 
So happy do 1 seem to feel, 
I quietly sit and Lei Him feed 
Me with His righteous will. 

He loves me, yes ! I know it well, 
Gladly do 1 receive His power ; 
Gladly 1 will do His precious will, 
And love Him every day and hour. 

I love to sit and think of Him, 
So full of love, and peace, and grace ; 
1 see Him in my dreams; sometimes 
Behold Him face to face. 

Talk with Him as I would with you, 
Reach out lor a touch of His hand ; 
Receive the message He has for me, 
And view the heavenly land. 

His beautiful face attracts me most — 

Such a heavenly smile is there : 
And every word that lie tells me 
Is as true as His lace is fair. 

His words are more precious than gold to me. 
Because I have proved them true ; 

I fail to picture His beauty : 
Fes, Tail to give Hiiu His due. 



LIFE OF CHRIST. 103 

I am some like the artist, that tried to paint 
On canvas, His lovely face : 
" I can't," said he, " unless I see Him ; 
My work seems out of place." 

While riding in a coach one day, 
And thinking the subject o'er, 
He said, " Thank God ! I've seen Him 
Pass through the open door." 

And home we went, and painted 
That sweet and heavenly face ; 
And it stands to-day in Paris, 
And thousands on it gaze. 

Yes! beautiful and bright it is, 
And all the beauties of earth 
Can ne'er compare with Jesus, 
Or stain His heavenly birth. 

I can only say : My Christ my all, 
I look to thee and thirst and call ; 
Receive my soul, precious one, 
And make me pure, and all thine own. 



104 POEMS. 

Reaven. 

In heaven, that beautiful city 
Where the streets are paved with gold, 
Sits the Saviour full of pity, 
And His love will us control. 

Come, friends, come one and all, 
And hear our Saviour's welcome call. 
Come, He will your sins forgive, 
And teach you how to love and live. 

Teach you how to trust and die, 

With His loving presence nigh ; 

How to rise from death-like sleep, 

And reign where none e'er wake to weep. 

Praise God ! I am safe within the vale, 
And Til press on if others fail, 
Because I know the blessing 's sure — 
To all that love Him and endure. 



Power? over? Dr?ur?I\cnncsS. 

had I the power, my friends, 
To crush out the demon rum, 

1 would traverse ibis world to the end, 

Leaving nothing of the kind undone. 



POWER OVER DRUNKENNESS. \(j,j 

And the poor drunkard should be free 
From the curse of this terrible sin, 
And the wives should be happy and gay, 
. And free from rum, brandy, and gin. 

But as long as I live I will pray and fight 

To drive this curse from our land ; 
For the lives of our dear young men it doth blight, 

And ruins their soul, heart, and minds. 

Their minds are unfit to do anything ; 

Their hands unable to hold the pen ; 
Their feet unfit for wisdom's paths, 

Miserable, degraded men. 

Their homes are nothing but prisons. 
Their wives are worse than slaves — 

To drudge and wait on drunkards. 
Yes! drunkards, thieves, and knaves. 

Hungry, naked, sinsick, and sore, 

Begging bread from door to door ; 
Shoeless, friendless, and sad, 

Nothing on earth to make them glad. 

O God, why doth this curse remain ? 

Why can not they be free from pain ? 
Why can not they lie down and die. 

And then be called to rest on high ? 



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ln ( ; poj:ms. 



Trust. 



Trust God, dear soul, He '11 guide you on, 
No matter how Jar you are from home ; 
Lay your treasures up on high, 
Remember God's all-seeing eye. 

Follow cheerfully wherever He leads, 
His promises are promises indeed. 
Must surely, blessed .Master, I'll follow Thee 
Jn this life, and through eternity. 

And when at last I hear the trumpet sound. 
To awaken those who sleep in the ground. 
I'll gladly raise my voice to sing 
Praises to Thee, my God and King. 

And ( >h ! what joy it will be 

To live and move, dear Lord, near Thee; 

To hear Thy voice from day to day 

And kneel beside Thee when 1 pray. 

Mighty God, my Saviour. Friend, 
Rich grace from Heaven to me lend; 
Hind me (dose to Thy great heart ; 

1 've no desire with Thee to part. 



THE RAIN. 107 

Whe Rain. 

How softly the beautiful rain falls ; 

Gently at first it dampens the earth, 
Then it pours with large drops awhile 

To give the seeds their birth. 

If it came in large drops at first 

Methinks it would ruin all : 
But God in His wisdom withholds, 

And gives us the mists' fust fall. 

What if the rain should lie withheld ? 

What could we mortals do '.' 
How wo oughi to thank our God 

For heat, and cold, and rain, and dew. 

God gives us the light and heat : 

Our food, our life, our comforts, and care; 
And the beautiful flowers at our feet — 

And in our sorrows He shares. 

Think of the earth that God hath made — 
Its gardens bright, and sweet, and fair ; 

Of earth's great storehouses of love, 
And we all have our share. 



108 POEMS. 

I'll Dcuop go BqgI\. 

1*11 never go back into sin. 

Ah no! 1 '11 always travel in 

The Christian's path that leads to God, 

And help others on the road. 

I '11 tell them what Jesus did for me, 
Tell them salvation is offered free ; 
Tell of a mansion fair — 
And they can go where the glorified are. 

Tell them what Jesus has done for me 
In giving my poor soul rest ; 
And His love, that's deeper than the sea, 
And the blessing, to rest on His breast. 

His love for us outshines the stars, 
Or glittering jewels of gold ; 
Nothing on earth can ever compare 
With our beautiful Jesus of old. 

Look up my soul, and feast 
On this beautiful, loving Christ ! 
Take in all the power he gives — 
Take pattern by Him in life. 

And Oh ! by and by what joy will be yours 
When you hear the welcome home, 
And behold the Saviour as He is, 
Never more from Him to roam. 



BEAUTIFUL SONGSTERS. 1QQ 

Safe, safe in Heaven at last — 

My Christ, my home, my sorrows past. 



Beautiful Songsters. 

Sweet, beautiful, little songsters, 

Chirping all the day long ; 
Twittering, jumping, and singing 

Your sweet and lovely songs. 

Out on the branches and in trees, 

Along life's toilsome way. 
Pouring forth your melodies, 

So contented, happy, and gay. 

Just such loving mothers 

As we have in the flesh to-day ; 

Caring for loved ones in bowers, — 
Chanting their heavenly lays. 

Beautiful, sweet house-songsters, 
Helping us pass the time away 

While at our domestic duties ; 
Singing cheerily, cheerily. 

Sweet birds, that God hath given 
To help us on the way to Heaven ; 
Let all praise the Lord, that hath breath 
Until its dav of death. 



110 POEMS. 

WhQ Beautiful Sea. 

I am looking out on the water, 

That from my window bo plainly I see — 

The beautiful, restless waters 

That our Master gives us so free. 

I stop and gaze, and look, and wonder, 
About the sea and our God above — 
Until my eyes catch a glimmer yonder 
Of the glorious ocean of love. 

The beautiful sea : what weight it carries, 
What precious burden of life and love ; 
What anxious hearts it leaves behind it 
Watching the bark sail off like a dove. 

The heaving ocean, the restless tide, 
Hearing them o'er to the other side — 
Waiting and watching lor precious news 
To tell us they're landed at Uncle Lou's. 

O ocean ! What precious lives are hid 
Within thee, as 'neath the coffin lid ; 
Neither will they to us be born 
Until the resurrection morn. 

The voice of God will disturb the deep, 
And quickly raise those that sleep. 
Bring our precious jewels home 
No more, thank God! from us to roam. 



WILL YOU MEET ME IN HEAVEN f m 

Oh happy, happy, glorious day, 
When I learned to travel the heavenly way ; 
When I learned to look to God and live, 
And all His promises receive. 



Will You ffieeti ®e in Reaven ? 

Will you meet me in heaven 

When your life on earth is o'er ? 

Will you meet me and dear Jesus 
On the other lovely shore ? 

Will you meet me here on earth 
And help rescue the perishing ? 

Will you tell sinners of the heavenly birth 
And persuade them to give up sinning? 

Tell them that Jesus hath died for them — 
To save them from dark despair; 

Tell them He wants them to come to Him. 
And rest where the purified are. 

Oh beautiful Christ ! How glad I am 

That thou hast died to save — 
I will try to do what good I can 

E'er I'm laid in my grave. 



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112 



POEMS. 



Thou art so good, so kind, and true, 
I cannot help but praise Thee ; 

And this I do believe and know. 
That thy precious blood saves me. 



Sunlight in the Soul. 

What makes the sunlight in the soul ? 

It is love to God, to be suit. 
You cannot find sunlight anywhere 

Except in a thing that is pure. 

You cannot find sunlight in a wicked heart, 
Ah no ! Bitterness, darkness is there. 

There is nothing beautiful or bright, 
All is dark, as dark as night. 

But the mind that 's filled with love 

It illumines it all the while ; 
And it shines through the face from above, 

Lit up with its heavenly smile. 

Its no use to trifle with earthly things. 

Give up the deeds of to-day, 
Worship alone the things that arc God's-- 

Things that will never decay. 



BUM. 113 

Rfom. 

Rum, thou demon, how vile thou art, 

Nothing can with thee compare ; 
What vast destruction thou hast wrought 

Throughout our land so fair. 

Hundreds of thousands of sacred souls 

Have perished by thy power ; 
On, on the tide of intemperance rolls, 

And blasts the brightest flower. 

O God ! That sittest on Thy throne, 

Gazing upon us from above, 
Save the children (they are Thine own) 

From this satanic power. 

O God ! How long shall mankind try 
To trespass on thy great commands ? 

And tears of grief flow from our eyes, 

While Thou holdest all things in Thy hands ? 

mighty Father, King of Kings, 

Blest Redeemer of mankind, 
Why is it men would rather be beasts — 

Why is it men will be so blind ? 

Why is it, Lord, Thy righteous will 

Must be so trampled in the dust ? 
O speak the words, say " Peace, be still," 

Thy saints will in the Lord yet trust. 



114 POEMS. 

Yet, Lord, we cry to Thee in pain, 

Because we know Thou hast the power ; 

Thou hast told us when we travail much, 
The souls of nan shall be our hire. 

Speed the day. f) blessed Lord, 

When alcoholic drinks all are past — 
No distilleries, no bars, no heathen gods, 

And poor drunkards saved at last. 

glory to God ! I can see through the veil ; 

It seems to be breaking- in two, 
And the King of great glory Ave'll hail — 

His coming so close we can view. 

So close — with the naked eye we can see 
The prints of the nails in His hands ; 

Hear the groans as He pleads for you and me ; 
See the wreath on his head full of thorns. 

. Christ ! Show thyself as never before ; 

Speak ! Compel them to hear : 
Thy voice is far better than golden ore : 
Speak to them. Lord, as well as to me. 

Speak to them, Lord : to the young and hoary, 
Make them learn of the ( Jrucified < >ne ; 

Take them to Thee. < ) Christ, in glory, 
Near to Thy wounded side. 



ON THE DEATH OE WILLIAM II. STARR. \\§ 

Let them behold for a moment Thy splendor, 
That comes for Thee and Thy Son ; 

It is all bound up in our hearts so tender, 
And in God the Father and Holy One. 



6m fehe Beath ©f William K Starr. 

He hath passed from earth 

To his home on high, 
Where he will gain a heavenly birth — 

Where death itself shall die. 

In this vale of tears our brother toiled, 
Useful in places too numerous to mention, 

Sending a helping hand to all, 
And a lover of God and salvation. 

His memory we '11 cherish and love forever ; 
It is hard to part but we '11 meet ne'er to sever : 
It is grand to know that his mind is in favor 
Of the last words he penned — " His Saviour." 

We shall miss his footsteps here below ; 

His counsel in kind words of cheer. 
He can not come back, to him we must go ; 

He will wait to welcome us there. 



IH'j POEMS. 

Then by the beautiful river of life 

All the loved ones with him shall sit down ; 

Afar from pain, care, and strife — 

By our Father's hand he'll be crowned. 

Farewell ! husband, father, brother ; 

"When we gaze upon thee we've a tender heart, 
But we '11 try to live one for another, 

Till death with us takes part. 

We will carry thee now to thy resting place ; 
Only look once more on thy dear dead face. 
From that we look in faith to God 
And meet thee soon in a blest abode. 

Farewell ! dear one, soon we shall meet 
And sit together at Jesus' feet ; 
And the beauty of all we shall be free, 
And a permanent home in eternity. 



Earth and Reaven. 

Earth, what art thou and what dost thou do? 
Thou art for us to live upon, and so 
While living here on earth prepare for Heaven — 
And there with Jesus, that God hath given. 



EARTH AND HEAVEN. \\J 

Earth yields us fruits, and all things nice, 
Affords a home and makes us wise, 
Gives us a chance to work, and meet our friends ; 
Much pleasure this earth to us lends. 

Earth is beautiful when dressed in green, 
Trees ladened with their fruits and flowers, 

Blossoms beautiful as any seen, 

And we can pluck them from earth's bowers. 

Earth gives us all a chance to learn and love 
Our God that reigns in Heaven above; 
The Church, a blessing to us here, 
Our shepherds and our friends to cheer. 

We march along through care and strife 
Trying to lead a holy life ; 

And with God's help we '11 reach the other shore 
Where sickness, pain, and death hath no power. 

Heaven is our final resting place, 
And full of God's dear love and grace ; 
There, flowers of paradise will bloom, 
And we shall rest in glory soon. 

Our Father hath this home prepared, 
And our unworthy lives he 's spared ; 
He '11 take us to Him by and by, 
And wipe all tears from every eye. 



US POEMS. 

We are told of " streets of pure gold," 
But we care not what they may be ; 

Our life with God is a thousandfold 
More precious to you and inc. 

Whatever they are, 'twill be beautiful 

And grand for the eyes to see; 
Let us be kind and dutiful 

While in each other's company. 

Let us so live that we '11 be missed 
When called from earth away ; 

That the flowers our feet have kissed, 
May be sweeter to lay on our grave. 

Oh! to meet on the other shore 

All those that have gone on before ; 

Sit down with friends and our elder brother, 

And sweetly know each other. 



§. 1X7. Bcccbcr, Whou Wicjhtv ffian, 

Beechcr, what work on earth was thine? 

What callings God did give? 
What shieldings from His mighty arm 

You did from II im receive ? 



//. W. BEECHEE, THOU MIGHTY MAN. \\§ 

A mighty instrument in God's hand 

In building up the fallen man ; 
Gathering the people throughout the land, 

Showing respect for God's commands. 

mighty conqueror, thou stoodst alone 
Sending the arrows of conviction home. 
Why didst thou tarry and miss thy place 
And lose God's power and peace? 

mighty man, that gathered in 
The outside world to hear the story 

Of God's pardoning grace from sin ; 
And a home for them in His glory. 

mighty man, what wouldst thou give 
To claim affection as of yore ? 
To be as near Christ's wounded side 
And as near the open door ? 

Not for diamonds brighter than the sun, 
Or diamonds thicker than the stars, 

Would I my work of grace undo — 
Not for Jupiter or Mars. 

Not for a crown or kingdom 

Would I forsake my God ; 
Not for tens of millions 

Would I forsake my Lord. 



12Q POEMS. 

mighty man, art thou at rest? 

Are your hands folded peacefully on your breast ? 

God calls thee up above ; 

Mayest thou meet Him in peace and love. 

We will think of thee as thou wcrt'once ; 

To think aught else gives too much pain; 
Will think of thee as Beecher's won 

The crown, and then we'll meet again. 

Yes meet, if God so wills it, 

On a brighter and happier plain ; 
Meet where temptation ne'er assails us, 

Where we ne'er shall fall again. 

mighty man, to God I cry ; 
Mayest thou receive a crown, 
Where the eyes withhold temptation, 
And all things are well done. 



thoughts afc Sunsefc. 

I love to watch the beautiful sun, 
As it sinks into the "West ; 

Its brilliancy almost gone, 
Yet lovely as it sinks to rest. 



THOUGHTS AT SUNSET. 121 

I love the beautiful evening — 

Just at the close of day, 
I seem to be like a dreamer — 

Thoughts flitting far away ; 

Or, like one enchanted, 

Gazing up into the sky ; 
Just as the glorious sun is setting, 

Thinking of the sweet by-and-by. 

Thinking of the beauty of heaven, 

Thinking of the glory of God, 
Thinking of sins forgiven, 

Thinking of our blissful abode. 

My mind soars away toward the throne 
Where my Great Redeemer stands ; 

I can call Him all my own, 

Even the prints of the nails in His hands. 

Jesus ! My dear elder brother, 

Keep me, so faithful to Thee ; 
Let me all my anger smother — 

I in Thee, and Thou in me. 

For Oh ! Thou holy child, Jesus, 

Just as lovely as ever to me ; 
Oh ! Thou blessed Redeemer, 

I am glad from pain Thou art free. 

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122 POEMS. 

I am glad Thou didst conquer, 
And are now on Thy throne 

With God, Thy blest Father — 
Happy Father and Son. 

When I think of Thy sorrows, 
Tears will unbidden start — 

The night-watch, and horror 
That broke Thy tender heart. 

Christ ! Thou livest forever, 
And occupy the throne ; 

Nothing can Thee from God sever — 
Precious Christ, my own. 

1 love Thee, beautiful Christ, 

I am glad Thou knowest it, too ; 
I can now adore Thee and rest, 

And do what Thou wished me to do. 

1 will stand for Thee, Master, forever. 

While in the body below ; 
Nothing shall Thee Erom me sever, 

Misery, want, nor woe. 



WINTER COMES AGAIN. 123 

Winfeep Gomes RcjaiR. 

Winter comes for us again 

With its beautiful, pearly snow ; 
Yet it brings to some great pain, 

Through hard times, you know. 

It brings hard times, 1 say, 

Because of the weak and poor ; 
It will hinder them from earning bread, 

Or from asking from door to door. 

No home in summer is bad enough, 

When the sun shines warm and bright ; 

But half-starved ones and settled coughs, 
Their sweet young lives soon blight — 

Makes life a burden, deepens sorrow, 

Because of the sleet and cold — 
No extra wraps, they cannot borrow, 

Ah no! They are degraded and old. 

Old in years ? No. They are drunkard's wives ; 

They are old and bent with sorrow. 
Hunger, pain, and want, through life — 

The same to-day and to-morrow. 

Oh ! who will step to the front, and say : 
" Come to me, Til give you shelter ; 

Come over to me and live my way — 
Into my joys and comforts enter ; 



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POEMS. 



" I will lead you to a living God 

Where there is everlasting peace ; 
I will teach you to live 'neath his chastening rod, 

And find a happier home than these ; 

" I will show you the way to heaven, 

Where streets arc paved with gold — 
Where sins are forgotten, forgiven, 
And loved ones never grow old — 

" In a beautiful city of light, 

And a Father of beauty and love. 
In His arms He '11 shield you 

And keep you safe above ? " 

Sinners, drunkards, and thieves, can go 

And join this blood-washed band. 
No sorrow, not even the beautiful snow 

Can enter the holy land. 



Gn the Doath of Richard Goodale. 

Dear baby, thou hast gone 

And left us all alone — 
Laid away in thy little grave, 

It would melt a heart of stone. 



ON THE DEATH OF RICHARD GOODALE. 125 

Nowhere in our dear home 

Can 1 see baby's face ; 
No more his little feet will roam 

In and out the place. 

Baby, mother's heart is bleeding, 
My arms are empty now for thee ; 

In my heart there seems no healing, 
Except it were healed by thee. 

Couldst thou reach out thy little hand 

From out thy little home, 
It would seem as if I had joined the band 

Of the angels round the throne. 

But I must wait, Ah ! many years, 
For a touch of thy little hand ; 

'Mid groans, and sighs, and tears, 
Till I reach the better land. 

Baby gone and left us ? Yes, it is true ! 

No patter of his little feet is due ; 
All the playthings that he loved so well 

I'll put away, 1 can't bear the spell. 

Dearest darling, little nestling, 
I think I loved thee most too well, 

"Within my heart there's such a wrestling, 
Too deep for me to tell. 



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But when I think thou wast only lent 

For me to train with gentle care, 
Was I to that one purpose bent, 

For my darling one so fair ? 

Did I think 1 e'er should lose thee, 
As I pressed thee often to my heart ? 

As I closed my arms around thee, 
That we so soon should part ? 

My little, tiny, loving flower, 

By God's own hand 'twas given. 
A little bud in earth's great bower, 
Gone home to bloom in heaven. 

Sire]) on, dear cherished one, 
A little while, sleep on, sleep on; 

Jesus hath called the darling one — 
To a better home thou ari gone. 

Farewell is a sad. Bad word, 
But a word that 1 must speak: 

Farewell ! dear child, farewell ! 
On thy little mound I'll weep. 



TO MY BROTHER JOHN. \-rj 

W% J% BPQfehep John. 

Thou art bidding us adieu, dear brother, 

To cross the raging main. 
Our hearts feel sad, dear brother — 

I hope we shall meet again. 

May God help us on our journey — 

Care for you from day to day ; 
Throw his protecting arm around you. 

While those that love you pray. 

Pray that God may save you " 
From the paths of besetting sin — 

Gently, sweetly lead you through — 
To the land of the conquering. 

May your last days be spent in peace — 

The best you spend on earth ; 
May you gain that heavenly rest 

Where all is joy and mirth. 

Where sorrows never cloud the brow, 

And all tears wiped away ; 
You safe with the angelic choir, 

In the realms of endless day. 

Think of us when in foreign lands — 

When in your pleasant home ; 
When you bow to God in prayer — 

Please remember us while there. 



128 POEMS. 

I hope and pray that we shall meet 
To cast our crowns at Jesus' feet ; 
Rejoice forever in His love — 
In the mansion prepared above. 

Be faithful, kind, good, and true, 
In all you say and all you do ; 
Then the laurels you here have won 
Will be only a little of life begun. 

Good-bye, beloved brother, good-bye 
Parting cloth always give pain — 
But in the sweet hereafter, 
"We meet never to part again. 



In /-Icmopv of Jessie /-AcPaugbton. 

Jessie, to-day thou art resting 

In the arms of Jesus' love ; 
Just as spring is advancing 

That hast left us for courts above. 

We know thou wast lovely and dear, 
We know thou lovedst Jesus, too; 

And we know thou wast willing to leave us. 
And we kindly bid vou adieu. 



IN MEMORY OF JESSIE McNAUGHTON. 129 

We know you will gladly receive us 
When we pass through the veil to you ; 

But, Jessie, dear one, it grieves us 
So early to part with you. 

Just a lovely beautiful bride 

Of a few short painful weeks ; 
Just a beautiful, lovely flower, 

In earth's great garden of weeds. 

Plucked from earth's garden for God, 

Willing and ready thou wert to die ; 
Yet you " knew not what awaited you ; " 

God kindly veiled your eyes. 

But you will hear the welcome, sister : 

" Well done, come now up higher ; 
You have finished the work in my vineyard, 

Come join the angelic choir." 

With your garments of spotless white, 

Hands folded upon your breast ; 
With a smile of heavenly light 

E'er the spirit took its flight to rest. 

Sleep, Jessie, thy pain and toil is o'er — 
Safe in the arms of Jesus on the other shore. 

Good-bye, dear one, a fond heart's sigh. 

And a promise to meet you in the sweet by-and- 
bye. 

G* 



130 POEMS. 

JAvstcpious qpg Thv 17op1\S, G God. 

Mysterious are thy works, () God. 
This to us the heavens declare : 

We cannot cast our eyes abroad, 
But it 's mystery everywhere. 

There's mystery in the heavens, the earth, and sky, 

The beasts, the flowers, and all mankind; 
Mystery all through Eden's bowers, 

And mysterious is the mind. 

Mysteriously Thou ledst us on, 

Yet beautifully kind, and sweet; 
Keeping our hand in thy hand, 
And guiding well our feet. 

Giving us the bread of life, 

Spiritual bread as well ; 
A home at last from care and strife. 
And joy no tongue can tell. 

Mysteriously lead through the shadow of death, 
To the beautiful home thou hasl made. 

Mysteriously settled on the new made earth, 
Thou will constantly lend us Thy aid. 

Mysterious, when we're called to see 

The wonderful home for all. for me. 

Mysterious, when immortality we find, 

All sorrow, death, and misery left behind. 



BEAUTIFUL SNOW. 131 

Let Thy mysterious ways roll on, 

Thou beautiful, mighty King ; 
Conduct Thy throne, glorious One 

And we '11 Thy praises gladly sing. 



Beautiful Snow. 

Beautiful snow, so pearly white, 
As you lie around this wintry night ; 
Pure and sweet as the angels of light, 
Filling little hearts with delight. 

If our hearts were as pure as the pearly snow, 
Our lives would be better while here below. 
Our lives tell better of what 's within, 
When we are wholly saved from sin. 

Pure as the snow our lives should be, 
For our blessed Saviour was purity — 
All meekness, gentleness, and love. 
Trying to please His Father above. 

How our hearts should with love abound, 
When we know we're on praying ground : 
When we know that Father hears and sees 
Us when on our bended knees ; 



132 POEMS. 

Listens to our feeble cry of pain, 
Snot lies us all again and again ; 
Speaks to us sweetly : " Be of good cheer, 
1 am with you always here. 

" Thy faith hath saved thee ; go in peace — 
I'll take thee along where trials cease ; 
I'll give thee everlasting rest, 
Thy aching head pillowed upon my breast." 

Cheer up ; endure the pain a little longer, 
'T will make thy Christian life grow stronger ; 
Thy heavenly life be better far 
When thou art where the angels are. 



Eternit-v. 

Eternity, a long dark eternity — 
Where shall many of us here then be '. / 
Shall we measure our lives with the bright — 
Those that escape the endless night ? 

Or shall we make our beds in hell, 

Where the saint of the evil ones dwell ? 

It' so, it matters not how soon, 

For we're dragging others to an endless doom. 



ETERNITY. 133 

Oh! how careful we ought to be 
What we do for others to see ; 
How we act, and what we say, 
For others are coming on our way. 

When they are watching, be careful, pray, 
That God doth lead you day by day. 
You're a guide-board to guide them on ; 
Which way will you lead ? To God's dear Son ? 

Be careful, there's a human soul 
Partly under your own control ; 
Steady, my brother, or sister, dear, 
Be careful what you do while here. 

Soon you'll be called to your reward ; 
Are you going easy or pressing hard ': 
Are you giving a cup of cold water to-day ? 
Or leaving things barren along the wav ? 

Are you smiling upon the downcast one ? 

Are you drying the fallen tear ? 
Are you telling them of God's dear Son ? 

What are you doing while here ? 

Be up and doing as you pass along, 

Too late to murmur ; work and grow strong 



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[BY Elder Brother. 

Jesus, Thou art my constant thought, 
My constant song, my constant love; 

Thou hast to me salvation brought, 
And peace and pardon from above. 

Oh! can I e'er with tongue express, 
How dear Thou art to me '.' 

I weep, I pray, I shout, ] bless, 
And I cannot half pay Thee. 

Christ ! Thou lovely child of God ; 

My great Redeemer and my King, 
Make me so pure my Messed Lord. 

That I may do all things Like Thee. 

That I may heal the sick. 

Uphold the weak, and cure the blind ; 
Do everything just as Thou didst — 

A help to you and all mankind. 

righteous Father. Prince of Peace! 

Be with us all while here below : 
Let sinners how on bended knee, 

Their humbleness to show. 

Lei Zion's mighty car roll on 
To gather the losi ones in : 

Let sinners come by dozens, 
And embrace the old doctrine. 



COME TO JESUS, SINNERS. ^35 

Chambers of death can never hold 
The blood-washed saints of God : 

Ah no ! The story has oft been told : 
He redeems them through His blood. 



<Z®me te© Jesus, Sinners. 

Come to Jesus, sinners, come ; 

You'll never sorry be. • 

He dearly loves you every one ; 

He died to set you free. 

Upon the cruel cross He bled. 

And agonized, and died ; 
Cruel thorns placed on His head — 

Tormented, mocked, and crucified. 

Like a meek lamb He bowed 
His beautiful head, and died ; 

And there, amidst the darkest cloud, 
k - Lama Sabachthani," He cried. 

Can any one who stops and thinks 

Pass this dear Saviour by, 
And let their sins keep them from Him, 

To endless want and misery ? 



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It seems to me the stoniest heart 
Must stop and shed a silent tear, 

To think thai they must from him part, 
Unless they serve Him daily here. 

mighty Christ ! Let power come down 
And fill us all with mighty power ; 

Let us with new glory be crowned : 
And make us fruitful every hour. 

Let Thy thoughts be our thoughts, 
Thy power be our power, too; 

Let the poor, perishing sinners come, 
And cling forever close to you. 



Gup Mabel. 



Our Mabel, dear loved one, at rest; . 
Jesus has called thee to join the blest. 
Gone to a home of joy and love 
To rest in a paradise above. 

Seven years the joy of our household — 
Mother's constant care and pride; 
No wonder I miss you darling. 
Mabel, thou hast died ! 



OUR MABEL. 137 

I feel thou hast been preparing 
For your future home and God ; 
And I will try and meet you, dear one, 
In perfect joy and love. 

It is very lonely, my child, without you. 

Could you look upon us just now 
It would be with an eye of pity ; 

Father and mother doth bow 

To the chastening hand of God, 

Who hath kindly taken away 
Our Mabel ; she is laid beneath the sod 

Until the resurrection day. 

Sleep on. A little folding of your hands 

And then a glorious awakening, 
To put on the immortal bands 

Where there will be no breaking. 

None can disturb thee in thy heavenly home, 
No sickness, pain, death, or sorrow ; 

No parting from your parents dear — 
Brighter every to-morrow. 

Farewell, Mabel, I'll watch and wait; 

Soon I '11 meet you at the golden gate. 
Clasped in each other's arms we '11 be 

Safe through an endless eternity. 



138 POEM*. 

Rain. 

Rain, thou art so refreshing 
To us and the thirsty earth : 

To-day thou art caressing 

The shrubs that they may give birth. 

That they may spring up into life, 
And we know just what they're for- 

To decorate our hearthstones, 
And our homes and gardens fair. 

Tell us of God, so wonderful; 

Can we ever Him forge! 
For giving mountain, hill, and dell ? 

No, no; we feel His presence yet — 

And always may we feel Thy power, 

Thou holy Lamb of God, 
Each day and every hour — 

Until we rest beneath the sod. 

The rain speaks of Thy handiwork: 

It praises Thee as well 
In bringing forth the lovely flowers 

That bloom on hill and dale; 

And all on earth doth well express 
The winders of Thy richest grace; 
And 1 can sit and drink my fill, 
With my will swallowed up in Thy will. 



SPRING. — MEMORIAL DAY. 139 

Spring. 

Spring coming again, lovely spring : 
The flowers to cheer us, the birds to sing, 
The meadows clothed in robes of green, 
Oh ! how beautiful everything. 

Buttercups and daises blooming by our side, 
Lifting up their heads with joy and pride ; 
Shedding forth their fragrance like the dew — 
Roses, tulips, pinks, and poppies — all for you. 

The trees clothed with their foliage so nice, 
If we '11 only study they will teach us to be wise ; 
Teach us of a God that rules above, 
And gives us all these things in love. 

Oh ! how kind unto Him we had ought to be 
For His loving-kindness to you and to me ; 
For His tender care all our lives long, 
And of all the gift of His beautiful Son. 



Memorial Sav. 

On May 30, 1884, we met at Mrs. Lee's, 

En route for Congregational church to hold our 

services. 
It was Decoration Day all over our land ; 
With our hearts full of love we joined the band ; 



140 POEMS. 

'T was for love for departed soldiers 
That we left our home that day — 
To strew the flowers upon their graves, 
While beneath the sod they lay. 

We marched on with Niantic band, 

And the " Band of Hope " so bright and gay, 

And the several elders of the town 

Met with us there that day. 

Prayer by brother Gowan, full of sympathy — 
Interested and full of love was he. 
Band played " My country 'tis of thee" — 
We felt the words — look up to God for liberty. 

Poem by Dwight Pierce was read, 

In behalf of the soldier sleeping dead ; 

Of the homes they left their country to save 

From the tide of destruction that o'er it did wave. 

Song by Band of Hope — young sons and daughters, 

The promise of our land to-day. 
Just a few words from Colonel Hodge, our brother, 

Of things that 's past and things of to-day. 

Benediction by Rev. Thomas Terry, 

A man esteemed and loved by all ; 
A man thai works for God and liberty, 

And lives to obey his Master's call. 



GOD'S WORD. 141 

In carriages the children rode, 

With banners bright and gay ; 
Smiling faces upward turned 

As they passed along the way. 

Several pieces by Niantic band were given — 
It seemed to waft our souls to heaven. 
What music shall the angelic choir bring forth ? 
What will it to our poor souls be worth ? 

God! Our country protect and save, 
For the sake of the veterans brave ; 
Protect them by Thy mighty power ; 
Forbid that they should wither in an hour. 



God's \7opgI, 



Almighty God, Thy blessed Word 
Falls gently on my heart to-day — 
Rich blessings it to me affords, 
Dispels my gloom by its silvery ray 

Strengthens this body while here, 
Prepares it for the Heavenly rest ; 
I ofttimes sigh and ofttimes say ; 
Prepare me for life's stormy way. 



142 POEMS. 

Oli ! for a lifting out of self to Thee, 
Thou blessed Lamb of Calvary. 
A final rest with Thee 1 need, 
Then happy I shall be indeed. 

Securely shall my new-made body rest 
With Thee — my Lord, I love the best — 
Then, then, I'll sing Thy praise 
With no ending to the days. 

A little more groveling here below, 
Then we shall all to glory go ; 
Soon we shall rest in Christ's embrace, 
And see my Master face to face. 

Praise God for ever and ever, 
Nothing shall us from Him sever. 
Methinks 1 hear the sweet voice now : 
"Trust me child, I'll bear you through." 



To ffiiSS liibbic Swan. 

God bless you. sister Libbic; 

My heart is bleeding to-day for you. 
Cheer up : lilt up your head ( I Christian ! 

Your Borrowing days arc almost through. 



TO MISS LIBBIE SWAN. \±£ 

There is a cloud with silv'ry lining, 
Just ready to break upon your head ; 

The stars above you are brightly shining, 
Bidding adieu to things that are dead. 

We'll call them dead because they kill 

Pure feelings of the soul ; 
sister ! What a blessing — 

Jesus Christ hath made us whole. 

Dost not thou feel within thy bosom 

A sacredness far more sweet 
Than all the gems hid in the ocean, 

Or diamonds all complete ? 

priceless treasure, that God hath given 
To lift our weary souls to heaven ; 
To drink in the ocean of God's love, 
And carry our affliction to Him above; 

Where moth or rust doth not corrupt, 

Or thieves break through and steal ; 
Where of spiritual things we'll have enough 
Of what we to-day do feel. 

Sister, God bless you every day ; 
May flowers bloom along your way. 
A crown in heaven when life is o'er, 
And a house for us on the other shore. 



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this beautiful religion! 

How it fills my soul to-day ; 
Isn't it grand to be a Christian'.'' 

We're sweeping through the gates. 

Yes, sweeping through the gates, sister; 

Standing ajar are they to-day. 
Let us to the poor administer — 

Along life's stormy, rugged way. 

Now, dear sister, peace be with you 
Until the storms of life are o'er. 

Patiently, sweetly trust the Master, 
And shout his praises evermore. 

Adieu ! dear precious one, adieu ! 

Many times I shall think of you, 
And many times I'll humbly pray 

That God will bless you every day. 



Gn tbo Doatfy of Vander?bilfe. 

Vanderbilt, thou mighty man. 

Death hath summoned thee away — 
Thou mighty, conquering prince — 

Death called, thou couldst not stay. 



ON THE DEATH OF VANDERBILT. 145 

"We thought thou could not die, 

But money could not purchase life. 
'Tis. very sad for us to-day, 

But thou art free from pain and strife. 

Why must it be that thou must go ? 

Thou wast so very happy here. 
To-day we mourn our noble hero, 

The call from us was so severe. 

Prospered in all thou didst undertake — 

Thou ruled thousands with thy voice and hand ; 

Made or unmade the fortunes of millions, 

Or swayed the financial destinies of the nation. 

Our hero ! death hath claimed thee — 
God hath prospered thee o'er and o'er ; 

But thou hast died ; thou canst never more 
Move in circles on earth, as thou didst before. 

Gone ! Our husband, father, brother, gone 
To the place where the weary all rest. 

He hath left us here below to mourn, 
But we hope he is with the blest. 



14lj POEMS. 

"wedding Bay. 

Dear brother and sister, we've met to-day — 
Why ? Because we love thee well, 

And wc feel that the time is coming 
When we shall bid thee a last farewell. 

And well do we remember, friends, 

Of your kindness in days that's past. 
So we linger to-day with precious thoughts, 
Knowing it cannot always last. 

We will look from thee to the Saviour 
That can bind up broken hearts. 

We know when done with time things here, 
We shall meet never to part. 

the beautiful great gathering 
Of the saints of God over there ; 

We shall all join in one chorus, 
And rest when our toiling is o'er. 

Thy heads are silvered o'er with white; 

Thy forms once young, now bent; 
But righteousness adorns thee, 

Its beauty to thee now is lent. 

The hoary head of the righteous man 
Speaks well tor him to-day — 

Salvation is the plan 

That points to endless day. 



HEAVEN AND GOD. \A^ 

%em2fi end Gsd. 

As I take my pen in hand, 

A few thoughts to express, 
I'm attracted toward the heavenly land, 

Of all lands that's the best. 

With an eye of faith I look sometimes, 

Yes, gaze up towards the blue ; 
And I see marked out as if in lines, 

The land I'm going to. 

There is a path that leads to this — 
It is narrow, but straight and fair. 

And standing by, is Jesus, 

With blue eyes and golden hair. 

Upon His face, so young and fair, 
The sweetest of sweetness dwells ; 

And He looks so tenderly on me 
My heart with rapture swells. 

And Oh ! my very soul goes out 

To him beyond the blue : 
O Master, King, and Saviour ! 

Soon I shall wholly come to you. 

And then, in Thy beloved embrace, 

I'll nestle down and sleep ; 
Then I shall see Thee, face to face, 

Where " none e'er wake to weep." 



148 POEMS. 

Continually I'll sing Thy praise, 
With lungs so good and strong ; 

None here that ever heard my voice, 
"Would think I e'er to earth belonged. 

All things to me have lost their charms, 
Except, Christ, its part of Thee. 

I do not fear at death's alarms, 
Because death sets me free. 

I look to Thee and love Thee, 
Thou Holy Lamb of God ; 

I think but to adore Thee, 
My blessed, blessed Lord. 

Thou art my constant thought 
Where'er I am, where'er I go. 

Would all loved Thee as they ought, 
While living here below. 

Pen is too feeble to express 
The wonders of Thy love ; 

There is not a soul can guess 
One-half the glories up above. 

One-half the joy that fills the soul, 

When it abides in Thee, 
And lets Thv power its all control, 

Ah ! then it feels its liberty — 



ON EARTH. 149 

Peels the everlasting arms 

Of Jesus holding strong, 
And bidding us not be weary; 

He will keep us from all harm. 

Keeping us near His wounded side, 
Telling us in His love to abide ; 
Baptizing us with the Holy Ghost ; 
Numbering us with the angelic host. 

Thank God ! We shall soon step over 

• And sit down by the river of life. 
Not a pulse but with joy will quiver, 

When we are free from care and strife. 
Praise God again and again ; 
Praise Him forever and ever, Amen. 



On Earth. 

What must I do while on this earth, 
To satisfy my God and Lord ? 

What must I do for others, 
To lead them on to God ? 

And cannot I just watch one hour 
For Him while here below ? 

Must I sit idle all the day, 
While sinners downward sro ? 



150 POEMS. 

Jesus commands us all to work 
And do what good we can ; 

His Father's throne Himself forsook 
To die for mortal man. 

No, it is right ! I'll up and work 
For fallen, ruined man ; 

Speak words of comfort as I go, 
And do what good I can. 

Then, when my Master calls, I'll go ■ 
To gain that blest abode 

He gives us all, for serving Him, 
Prepared us by our Lord. 



Fop Oup Bond of Rope. 

1 belong to the Band of Hope, 

Awl very glad I am ; 
I will shun the intoxicating cup, 

And do what good I can. 

Tobacco I will never use — 
It is ;i poisonous wciil ; 

I know my brain it will confuse, 
And make me sad indeed. 



NEAR THY SIDE. 151 

I will try to be an honest man 

Because God loves them best ; 
And always do what good I can 

To gain a heavenly rest. 

I will ask my comrades all to come 

And join this band with me : 
For there is strength in union, 

And Oh ! we will happy be. 

Come one, come all, and join this band — 

You never will sorry be ; 
And we will work both heart and hand, 

A joyful, happy company. 



Reap Whr Side. 

Keep me near Thee, blessed Lord, 
Ever near Thy bleeding side ; 

Let my heart reach Thy great heart, 
Then I will be satisfied. 

Satisfied, my dearest Lord, 

When I am closest drawn to Thee ; 
The promises in Thy blest Word 

Are promises sweet to me. 



152 POEMS. 

Upon Thy breast I long to sleep 
In my immortal state ; 
Then securely shall 1 rest — 
With Thee supremely blest. 

Yes ! clothed with immortality 

In that blest land of purity : 

And the blest of all my joy, my pride, 

Will be resting forever near Thy side. 



Welcome. 

I welcome Thee, dear Lord — 
Thy salvation full and free. 

And Oh ! I love Thy courts, my God, 
And a dearer love to Thee. 

The gift Thou gave for me — 
Thy dear and only Son — 

That lie might Saviour be 
Upon Thy heavenly throne. 

Thou art my Prince, my Joy 

My everlasting King — 
I am ever trusting in Thy Word, 

And I Thy praise will sing. 



LOVE FOR MOTHER.- BEAUTIFUL LAND. ^53 

Ii©ve f©F M©lheF. 

Dear as the love thou didst bear 

Are the memories of childhood to me ; 

The love of father and mother, 

And their kindness so loving and free. 

That love from my childhood so pure, 
So strong, so unchanging and deep ; 

Such a noble heart on which to repose — 
On a mother's bosom to sleep. 

O mother, my earth's fond treasure, 
In heaven I trust we will meet ; 

Thou wast taken away so early, 
But you your child will greet. 



Beautiful Land. 

There is a noble land to inherit — 
To us by the Lord it is given — 

And Oh ! that all might receive it, 
And place their affection on Heaven. 

For Heaven is a place free from sin ; 

So pure and holy alway, 
Nothing impure enters in — 

It' s as bright as the brightest day. 

7* 



15 4 poems. 

Can we ever sum up the cost 
Of the debt our Father paid, 

In giving of Christ II is Son 

To take our transgressions away? 

A beautiful land we will inherit 
If we lay up our treasures above — 

Be saved and redeemed by the merits 
Of the Crucified One, and J I is love. 



Salvation. 

Thanks he to God for free solvation, 
For it will save the whole creation — 
Save every one that will come unto Him 
Save them, yes! save them from sin. 

Salvation by our Lord was given 
To lit our sinful souls for Beaven; 

To make us lit to live on earth — 
In this dear land that gave ns birth. 

The world by our dear Lord was made, 
And I le pronounced it g 1 ; 

And it would be so nice to-day, 
[f all lived as we should. 



REFLECTION. 155 

We sometimes say, " Oh ! what a world ! " 

Oh ! how we wish 't was better ; 
Just try awhile — live as you should, 

'T will improve it to the letter. 

Just try, my friends ; do the best you can 

While you live in the body below : 
Salvation is a blessing to any man, 

It will save you wherever you go. 

The world will be better that ever you lived ; 

Though dead you yet will be heard — 
And a blessing to all you will be, 

He has said so in His Word. 

" Freely ye have- received," as freely forgive. 
Yes! "come unto me" ye weary ones and live; 
Lay all your sinful burdens down. 
And 1 will give you a heavenly crown. 



Reflection. 



When I sit down and think 

Of all God's constant care — 
His death — His suffering on the cross — 

Oh ! how 1 long to be there, 



156 POEMS. 

To think of the price that was paid 

By the holy Son of God ; 
For this poor worthless frame of mine 

1 thank my Lord above. 

What can I do for this dear Lord of mine ? 

However hard my lot may be 
I never will repine, 

But try to show this heart of mine. 

Lord, help this poor unworthy one — 

To humbly bow the knee : 
To be more worthy of Thy love, 

And offer more to Thee. 



FlOWCPS. 



I love these flowers that God hath given, 

They are beautiful to me. 
They make me think of yon bright Heaven, 

That I e'er long shall see. 

They make me think of God's dear love 

ne gives to mortal man ; 
While he bus done so much for me, 

1 '11 do the best 1 can. 



BEAUTY. 157 

These flowers, they beautify the earth, 

The bride, the dead, the tomb, 
And I feel sad as I see them scattered, 

And passing out of bloom. 

But I know*King Jesus will send again 
More beautiful flowers next spring ; 

I shall be very happy 

When I can see them blossoming. 

We children are quite like these flowers, 

Soon we will be passing away — 
But I know we will shine in His kingdom, 

Throughout an endless day. 



Beauty. 

When I sit down, my blessed Lord, 
And think of the great love you bore ■ 
Of all Thy sufferings on the cross ; 
I wonder more and more. 

No penman in this land of ours 

Can ever trace with pen 
The virtues of Thy heavenly powers ; 

And Thou gavest all to them. 



158 POEMS. 

mighty God, why can't they love 
Thee ? O Thou lovely, blessed One — 

And sound Thy praises all abroad 
Of Thine only begotten Son. 

1 cannot write, I cannot express 

How much 1 love Thee, Lord — 
How much I enjoy of holiness, 

In trusting in Thee and Thy word. 

Hasten the time, blessed God, 

When Thou canst take Thy children home, 
To enjoy Thee in Thy blest abode, 

And praise Thee long and loud. 



Wo a Brother in Temperance. 

It is years since we have met, dear brother. 
But thank God, we have met al last ; 

We both have seen great sorrow — 
Our own sweet lives to blast. 

But it will soon be over, 

And we will rest at Jesus' feet; 

When the city we discover. 
And gain our rest complete. 



TO A BROTHER IN TEMPERANCE. \q§ 

Fight on while life remains, 

For intemperance is a sin ; 
Unfurl the blood-stained banner, 

And rescue the perishing. 

Let God, the King of Kings, 

Mark out your every way — 
And thank Him for the blessings 

He gives you day by day. 

And as you stand up to defend 

His own blest, righteous laws, 
Think how He hates intemperance, 

And be strong in His cause. 

Fight manfully and bravely 

While you journey here below ; 
Then you will hear the welcome 

Bidding you to glory go. 

Lift up the fallen ones, 

Speak to them words of cheer, 
Tell them of God's dear Son, 

And of Heaven bright and fair. 



160 POEMS. 

Devep Forget. 

Never forget your friends or foes ; 
Speak to each kindly wherever you go ; 
Pray for them always, in sunshine or storm; 
Let them know you to Christ belong. 

Tell them that Jesus hath died for them, 
And He is ready to save them from sin ; 
Tell them there is a mansion building to-day, 
And point them to the heavenly way. 

Tell them there's a home for the faithful and true - 
Those that arc washed in the blood of the Lamb ; 
Tell them the path is narrow and fair, 
And Christ and the angels have traveled there. 

The Saviour hath traveled it many a day ; 
Tiicd and lonely, heart-broken and sad — 
Come unto Me through the very same way; 
At the end of the journey you shall be glad. 

I will give you a crown at the end of the race — 
And you shall see Me face to face. 
All things from your eyes I will wipe away, 
And keep you throughout an endless day. 

1 will save your friends if they will come : 
You shall live together in the same dear home ; 
I will keep them all ; then conic. 
And live forever in a heavenly home. 



IN THE ANGUISH OF SOUL. \Q\ 

Ih the Anguish ©£ S©ul. 

In the anguish of soul I cried unto God, 

And He heard and answered me. 
Forgive, I cried unto Him, and He listened. 

Thank God ! my proud soul was set free. 

Set free from the bondage of sin and distress, 
My poor tired weary soul found rest ; 

I felt the sweet Spirit immediately bless — 
And I felt just like leaning on Jesus' breast. 

There is a balm in Gilead to-day, dear ones, 

And the sin-sick soul it will cure ; 
God strews His blessings all along life's way, 

And they make us both holy and pure. 

Will you choose for yourself the things that are 
holy ; 

Choose for yourself the things that are pure ? 
Give up your life to your blessed Creator — 

Lay up treasures where they '11 be secure. 

Oh ! the beauties of this holy religion : 
Joint heirs with Jesus, heirs with God. 

Oh ! how blessed to be a Christian, 

To walk in the same path Jesus trod. * 

Enjoy the same Heaven, blessed Redeemer, 

This Thou has given to us to know : 
Without Thee not one ray of hope would glimmer ; 

All would be darkness, misery, and woe. 



1G2 POEMS. 

Without Thee not one hope of future glory — 

Nothing but a dark eternal night ; 
Nothing to prove the old, old story 

That fills us with so much delight. 

O God! How wonderful Thy full salvation; 

How cleansing the blood shed by Thy dear Son ; 
We thank Thee, Thou blessed Redeemer, 

Thou hast chosen us poor mortals to be with 
Thee — one. 

O God, our tongues are too short for Thy glory ; 

They are too weak to ever express ; 
Too ignorant are we to tell rightly the story. 

Or to ever tell sinners how much Thou canst bless. 

The best we can do is to live it daily — 

In our walk our devotions below. 
The works of the Spirit will complete it within us, 

This glorious redemption of Jesus our Lord. 

Glory to Thee, my blessed Redeemer, 
Beautiful Jesus, my Lord and my King. 

Oh ! how I love Thee, Thou chiefest of thousands, 
Let me forever Thy praises sing. 

Ofttimes I sit still on account of Thy glory, 
So full is my soul of Thy spirit and love. 

My soul seems to waft right onward and onward, 
Until it is safe in Thy mansion above. 



CHRISTMAS. 163 

Christmas has come again to us, 

To make all glad — these hearts of ours; 

Upon the tree you see the gifts 
Like summer flowers. 

These gifts are lovely to behold, 
They come from friends of ours ; 

Many thanks we render young and old 
From these happy hearts of ours. 

Another Christmas gift we had 

A long time ago ; 
A little babe of Bethlehem 

With heart like ours all aglow. 

He lived and toiled and wept and prayed, 

And on the cross He died 
To save these little children, 

And He their lives will guide. 

We thank our God for Christmas days, 

For they our hearts do cheer ; 
And for the Babe of Bethlehem — 

Our blessed Saviour dear. 

And thanks to all so kind and good, 
For these gifts we have to-night ; 

We cannot thank Thee as we should, 
We are so filled with delight. 



K34 POEMS. 

But we will do the best we can 
Our own good will to show 

For all the kindness we here do feel, 
As we do older grow. 

You can see by our appearance 

That we are very happy and bright; 

It will all be taken in at a glance — 
And we wish you a happy good night, 



Honcstr. 

Harry, I have just found time to write, 
And may these few lines give you light — 
May teach you something when you are old, 
When the hand that hath penned them is cold. 

You know our friendship has been long and sweet, 
And our business matters just complete. 
My regards to you is like a mother to a son — 
There is never anything lovely till is finished what's 
begun. 

I surely do respect you, and always shall I say, 
For the gentlemanly appearance you have each day, 
You have paid your debts as an honest man should 

do: 
These things speak loudest and speak the words 

that's true. 



11 AS YE GO, PREACH." 1(35 

Friends may wish you joy and health, 

Unfailing friends, and stores of wealth; 

But my wish for you is better far than other friends 

have given : 
That when you from this world depart 
Your soul may rest in heaven. 



"&3 Ye (S©, Ei?eaeh." 

Matthew vii, 7. For Rev. C. W. Hanna. 

" As ye go, preach " to dying men, 
And do all the good that you can ; 
Tell them of Jesus and His love, 
And point them to the Lamb above. 

Tell them of Jesus that died to save 
Them from a dishonored grave ; 
Tell them the story of the cross : 
That if they believe they will not be lost. 

Tell them of Jesus' dying love, 
Of His suffering for you and me ; 

Of His glory now up above, 

And His salvation full and free. 

Tell the old, old story of Christ ; 

Preach to them as you go — 
Hold up the precious Master, 

As you travel to and fro. 



166 POEMS. 

Lift up the weak one, give a cup of cold water, 
Do as Christ did — just as you ought to. 
Not long will you tarry here below — 
Do your work well as you go. 

Tarry by the wayside, sow the gospel seed — 
Speak often of Jesus, help in time of need ; 
Uphold the blessed Master who hath died for you, 
Be bold soldiers of the cross, tried and true. 

Improve the one small talent God gave — 
Hide it not away, my friends, to-day. 

Be honest, true, and faithful always; 
Work faithfully, patiently, and pray. 

" As you go, preach " ; be honest and kind, 
Leave no half-done work behind ; 
To the people teach salvation free, 
And it through God's glorious liberty. 

Liberty in God this salvation gives — 
Teaches us how to die and how to live; 
Teaches us how our Saviour to obey, 
That we may be found in the heavenly way. 

"Thank God. We arc free from the curse of sin, 
And I daily bear the voice enter in — 
The Master's business requires baste"; 

"Preach the word," and no time waste. 



A SIGH FOE THE BEAD. IQJ 

Preach, practice, and teach them peace ; 
Tell them of the home where trials cease. 
Let not your angry passions rise, 
It will not be welcome in Paradise. 

Be like brother Paul, Christ and Him crucified; 
Cling close to Jesus, He for you hath died. 
Open your heart, let Him enter in, 
And He will save you entirely from sin. 

Let your watchword be, Jesus ; 
" As ye go, preach," preach : 
Remember from sin He freed us — 
This to the people teach. 



R Sigh fop the Dead. 

As I read in the columns of The Day 

Of a dead babe that in the cars lav, 

Of the poor stricken father with his look of pain, 

While viewing the face that would ne'er smile again, 

It would start the tears from the hardest eye — 
Of any person that might pass by. 
The tenderest, kindest, father was he 
That loved even the dead most tenderly. 



K38 POEMS. 

Seems as if life had fled from his very soul, 
And was hid with the babe, though dead and cold ; 
He could hardly bear it to be laid away — 
Xo ! the sod must not cover its lifeless clay. 

We will take a thought, for a little while, 
Of the poor stricken father and his dead child; 
And at last we must leave him with his God, 
To tread the same path his Master trod. 

And hope at last, he and his child will meet 
Where flowers of Paradise bloom so sweet ; 
Safe with his God — in a heaven of love — 
Mingling his song with the loved ones above. 

God ! Strengthen the afflicted to-day ; 
Carry his sorrows for him, we pray : 
Help him to look to The Source of Relief. 
And please calm his sorrow, still his grief. 



Wo Byron R ffiahan. 

In Memory of His Friend Hogan. 

Dear friend, we have laid thee away 
To rest in the cold, quiet grave ; 

Thou knowesi we truly loved thee, 
But no power have we to save. 



TO BYRAN F. MAE AN. 169 

We shall miss thee, dear one, from our circle, 
Thy counsel and kind words of cheer ; 

And to show that we loved thee extremely 
We will care for the ones thou holdest dear. 

We well know there is sorrow among them, 
For the loss of the one that they loved; 

And we will try to protect them 
Until we all meet in Heaven above. 

And when in that great golden city 

We shall sit down forever and aye, 
We'll worship the great God of purity, 

In the realms of endless day. 

Farewell ! We shall never forget thee ; 

Ah no ! that never can be — 
Though we live to give sighs, and remember 

That from toil and pain thou art free. 

We shall love to linger where thou hast, dear one, 
In days that have passed from us away ; 

But, dear, we know it will not be long, 

For we shall meet over yonder some day — 

Meet to sing songs of praise to God — 

To our everlasting King of Kings ; 
But till then, we will patiently wait, 

For we feel thou wilt meet us at the srate. 



170 POEMS. 

To ffir?. and ffipg. Tolman DcnniSor?. 

Dear brother and deacon, you have served us well ; 
Miss you from among us we surely shall. 
The Sabbath-school where thou hast taken part 
Shall always be near to our hearts. 

The choir to which thou didst belong 
Will drag in leadership and song ; 
The organ that thy fingers have swept o'er 
Will oft remind of the days of yore. 

The Communion Table thou for us hath spread, 
Will still leave blessings on our heads ; 
And we will hope, and trust, and wait, 
Till we meet each other at the golden gate. 

May Heaven's choicest blessings you attend, 
Is the wish and prayer of a friend ; 
Your wife and children blessed be 
Through life and in eternity. 

A golden crown tor you all to wear, 
And a walk in Eden's garden fair ; 
A place beside our heavenly King, 
And always privileged His praise to sing. 

Good-bye ; for the present, good-bye, 

IT we meet not again on earth ; 
We will meet ']H':i t li a Fairer sky, 

Hirst with a heavenly birth, 



TO MR. AND MRS. ELI SMITH. 171 

Clothed with immortality 

In a land of blessed purity. 

Accept this tribute from friends sincere — 

May you always be as happy as you are this year. 



Wq ffip. and £RpS. Eli Sr^ith. 

On the Fiftieth Anniversary op their Wedding Day, 
Nov. 24, 1883. 

Fifty years hath crowned thy brow, 

Silvered thy locks with white ; 
But we know that thou art happy now, 

And it fills us with delight. 

Friends have met with you to-day 
. To leave their gifts of love, 
And help to celebrate this fiftieth wedding day, 
E'er some do part to meet above. 

Honored wife and husband, 

Happy may you always be ; 
As our friend and teacher 

Much we think of thee. 

May your future life be long and sweeter far 
Than all the years that have passed, 

And friends nearer and dearer, 
Up to the very last. 



172 POEMS. 

And when the last, last sun shall sink 
From over thy dying" couch, 

May Christ thy precious portion be, 
And heaven, thy resting-place. 

Peace, prosperity, and plenty, 

Always be your lot. 
Accept this : our love and best wishes. 

May we never be forgot. 



Un the Death of Thcodopc Bal x cr>. 

Theodore, darling, only son, 

Thou art resting free from pain ; 
Mother's dark-eyed, lovely one — 

When shall we meet again ? 

I miss thy footsteps, darling child, 

The smile upon thy face ; 
Thy childish voice so sweet and mild, 

Together with thy childish grace. 

Theodore, my heart seems crushed and broken 
What could I do ? I could not saw : 

Thou wast only Lent, a fair, sweet token — 
My heart goes with thee to the crave. 



RESCUE THE PERISHING. 1J3 

There resting in cold death's sweet slumbers ; 

A little while we will meet again — 
Meet where friendship is unbroken ; 

Yes ! meet to walk that golden plain. 

There sit down, mother and son, 

With the cares and pains of life all done. 

Yes ! meet again, mother and son, 
To live forever, my darling one. 

Thou wast on earth our brightest treasure — 
The joy and pride of mother's heart ; 

I am going with thee in a measure, 
Yet bodily we here must part. 

Even now I see the angels 

Beckoning thee on to the other shore : 
farewell Theodore, beautiful Theodore, 

Thou art resting on the ever green shore. 



Rescue the PerHshinci. 



*Go on my brother — sister, 
Do all the good you can 

To raise up fallen women, 
And also fallen man. 



174 POEMS. 

Go thou into the highways. 

No matter what people say. 
Rescue the fallen, the drunken one : 

Work for Jesus ; help save them, I pray. 

No matter for hard persecution ; 

Cling close to Jesus — He is good. 
Hold up to the world free salvation — 

Beautiful heavenly food. 

There is need of thee in New London — 
There are filthy rum dens by the score; 

Never mind when the people abuse you, 
Follow Christ ; He is the one to adore. 

Receive all discouragements with pleasure, 
'Twill make the crown the brighter to shine; 

Keep to work — you are working for Jesus, 
I bid you " God speed " — it "s divine. 

Only think of the crown you are winning, 
It will be brighl when you gel it to wear; 

Press onward with shout ing and singing. 
And of poor lost sinners take care. 

You have one. thank God, -one to glory : 
You came just in time to give lite. 

Brother Beckwith thai hath lately gone over, 
He is free from tolly and si rite. 



ON THE DEATH OF ESTHER WOOD. J 7 5 

Thank God ! dear brother and sister, 
Take courage and shout as you go — 

Eescue, Oh ! rescue the perishing, 
No matter how bitter the foe. 

Press onward, dear brother, press onward ; 

Don't faint or fall out by the way ; 
It 's a glorious work, press onward — 

No matter how stormy the day. 

And by and by we '11 cast anchor 
On the bright and heavenly shore ; 

And all sit down by the river, 

And sing praises to God evermore. 



8r] the Death of Estr]ep Itfood. 

Esther, dear and beloved friend. 

We miss thee from among us below, 

But we would not call thee back again 
To misery and want and woe. 

Ah ! no, thank God, thou art free ; 

Thou hast gone before us to the other shore ; 
Thy testimony thou hast left behind thee — 

We shall meet there where sorrow is no more. 



176 PO£MS. 

Thou passed among us gently, carefully, slow, 

Yet with a Christian's tread. 
To thy fate thou didst meekly bow; 

Thou now canst rest thy weary head. 

Yet we mourn because thou hast left us — 
Just a little while we will live apart, 

Thy testimony thou didst leave behind thee — 
We shall meet, clasp hand and heart. 

Soon, thank God, we will all be together 
Around the beautiful great white throne ; 

Christ, the Lamb of God, will give us shelter. 
No more we '11 worry, but be at home. 

We will shake the friendly hand, Esther: 
Roam the golden fields together — 

We 've bowed beneath His chastening rod, 
And we will take the crown forever. 

Farewell ! We have said the word so often 
There is a solemn thought as we speak : 

We will meet each other where joy will brighten, 
But to-day farewell, farewell. 



THE HUMAN HEART. 177 

The human heart beats tenderly for all ; 

It opens like a bud or tiny flower ; 
It pities those that wander, those that fall, 

And struggles hard to teach them of God's power. 

The heart is loneliness within itself, 

When it beats for self alone ; 
No beauty in its restlessness 

Till God sits there enthroned. 

Then oh ! what beauty it will shed 

When with the holiness of God it's fed. 

The heart of Jesus shed its beauty on the cross 
That we poor sinners might not be lost. 

Thou precious Lamb of God, 

Heaven's noblest, sweetest sacrifice, 
We love Thee, blessed Lord : 

Hasten us on to Paradise. 

Christ ! Thou holy Lamb of God, 
For me, too, Thou wast slain : 

1 long to live with Thee, Thou blessed Lord. 

In a home that's free from pain. 

Soon, soon with Thee, Thou blessed Christ ; 

Soon, soon with Thee, God ! 
Soon, soon with Thee I '11 rest 

In Thy blest, happy abode. 
8* 



178 POEMS. 

JFhe Past. 

As I sit this morning for a moment or two, 
To think of the things that are past, 

There are thoughts come to me both painful and 
true — 
Thoughts too painful to last. 

Thank God ! I rejoiced in His love alway, 

And the pains that are passed can never return : 

Misfortunes await us all along life's way : 
But, thank God, and rejoice evermore. 

Troubles gone carried with them the sting 
That they left in the hearts of the poor, 

But in the future they bear them before the King, 
And trust to His grace evermore. 



SFo Dear? Laura. 

Dear Laura, I have sat me down and thought 
< )f the dear, loving friends to me. 

Until my mind is filled with beautiful things, 
And the kindest of wishes for thee. 

In the first place, I am happy to think 

And to know that you are free from pain, 

For sometimes my heart within would sink 
For fear you would never be well again. 



TO DEAR LAURA. 179 

But still, though so frail you look 

My heart within me doth rejoice, 
For I see you are with us again, 

And it is joy to hear thy voice. 

We mark the timid lustre of thy downcast happy 
eye, 

But' we hope it will grow better by and by ; 
We hope that strength will fill thee bodily, 

As the stars fill up the sky. 

May Heaven's choicest blessings 

Upon thee, my friend, descend, 
And the hand of God press tenderly 

Upon thee to the end. 

And when thou hearest the call 

" Come up higher," lay the burden down — 
To the Master be all in all, 

Then thou wilt wear the golden crown. 

Glory to God ! Soon we shall sing 

Praises to our heavenly King ; 
Sit down by the river of life 

Free from all earthly care and strife. 

The journey of life all o'er, yes, ended, 
Safe in the arms of the Crucified One, 

Our voices with each other's blended 
In songs of love to God's dear Son. 



180 POEMS. 

SFo Rattie. 

Dear Hattic, I am sitting down to night, 

Sitting down and thinking of yon; 
And my soul is filled with delight 

Of the past that I take in review. 

As I think of the past, dear Hattie, 

My thoughts turn upward above : 
Shall we meet in the sweet hereafter, 

To dwell in a land of love ? 

You know that this life is fleeting, 
There is nothing to bind us to earth ; 

There will be joy in that heavenly greeting, 
Yes, joy in our heavenly birth. 

I feel it a duty, dear Hattie, 

To drop jnst a thought or two, 
To turn your mind up higher, 

To the home that is building for you. 

I hope that your life here on earth 

Will be filled with the brightest of flowers ; 

And brighter as older you grow, 

Yes, brighter and more golden the hours. 

Youth is with you to-day, dear Eattie, 
Soon yon will be old and gray ; 

You would like a home in that heavenly mansion- 
Seek it now, will you, I pray? 



TO FRIEND MARY. 181 

W® Fpiend fflapy\ 

O Mary ! thank God for His love — 
. That He gives to you and I ; 
For the home He hath promised unto us, 
If we love and serve Him until we die. 

We shall walk in the streets of that city, 
Sweep through the gates of pure gold ; 

Keeping close to the side of the Deity, 
Realizing what " hath never been told." 

Just think of being with Jesus 

After death, for ever and ever ! 
With His eye He will ever behold us ; 

Nothing shall us from Him sever. 

When we shall have passed o'er the river 

To abide by the river of life, 
We shall whisper these words to each other : 

" I am glad death cannot divide." 

No more sighing or crying ; 

These things all passed away. 
Not even a thought of dying, 

Not a tear in any eye. 

O blessed be God ! 'Twill be glorious — 
Not a tear, not a sigh, not a pain ; 

O yes ! we shall be victorious ; 
Heaven our eternal gain. 



182* POEMS. 

Now good-bye ! And may God bless you; 

In heaven e'er long we shall meet — 
Where parting is gone by and forgotten, 

And we forbidden to weep. 



Gn the Death of Flora Ford. 

Dear, beloved Flora, thou art resting now ; 
The damp of death is on thy pure white brow: 
A bride, a mother, and one year a wife — 
Now thou hast yielded up thy sweet young life. 

Thou wast too good for earth, Flora dear ; 
Thou wilt be missed by thy friends here; 
The (hnling babe that thou hast left 
Will often speak of thy sweel self. 

Gone! Yes, to a happier place than this — 

To a home beyond the sky ; 
A homo where pain and sorrows cease, 

And death itself shall die. 

.Motlie] 1 . husband, and friends will weep for thee, 
Bui thou from pain and sorrow now are free. 
Thank God ! In heaven we'll meet again — 
On a bright, celestial plain. 



ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM WHALE Y. Ig3 

Farewell ! dear one, farewell ! 

My heart still yearns for thee ; 
What loneliness I feel to-day 

Can ne'er be known by thee. 



0n the Beafeh of William WhaleY. 

Death hath entered our dwelling. 

We have looked for thee many a clay ; 

We knew our dear father was failing, 
That his steps were fast giving way. 

We listen in vain for his footfall 

We have heard so often before ; 
'T was welcome to us, made us cheerful — 

Father's footfall in and out through the door. 

But he's gone — a vacant chair at the table, 
And a rocker is vacant, you see — 

And to express my mind I'm not able, 
Father has left all and me. 

We all miss the smile on his face 

That he was so willing to give ; 
Everything seems out of place — 

Why could not father have lived ? 



184 POEMS. 

It was death that called him away ; 

It' s so strong there was nothing to bind — 
When it speaks we are bound to obey, 

And it 's coming to all mankind. 

As we tell our sorrows to Jesus and God, 

Tears will unbidden start — 
Little pearly tell-tale drops. 

Welling up from a half-broken heart. 

Father, sleep on, I cannot but grieve, 
Yet I know thou art free from pain ; 

There are sighs from our heart give but little relief, 
But I hope we shall meet thee again. 

Meet thee again, yes, dear father, 

Where parting is known no more. 
Dying, my father, was needed, 

It 's but a stepstone to yonder green shore. 

Farewell, dear father, our loved one; 

Farewell, till death shall set thee free. 
Loneliness still hovers near me ; 

My heart still sighs for thee. 

Farewell till the resurrection morn, 

Then thou wilt surely rise. 
The Lamb of God will scatter gloom — 

Shall we nice) beyond the skies? 



FOR A TEMPERANCE WORKER. 185 

Meet around the throne of God 

To sing everlasting praise ? 
Help us'Lord to gain that blest abode, 

With no ending to the days. 



Blessed ^boughts". 

Oh blessed thought ! I sometimes think 

I am almost over the river's brink ; 

The ship sails beautifully, I'll soon stem the tide, 

And be landed safe on the other side. 



F©p P SFempePciFice !7opI\ep. 

I wish we had more Montgomerys 

To battle for the right, 
We should not have so much liquor 

To ruin all our homes and blight 

Our lives with sin and sorrow, 
Distress that is worse than death ; 

But bright would be to-morrow 
And sweeter our husbands' breath. 

Our children with shoes and stockings 

And dresses too to wear, 
And less of cruel mockings 

From those that at us stare. 



186 POEMS. 

We should not be drunkards' daughters, 

Neither drunkards' wives; 
But be treated as we ought to be 

All the days of our lives. 

Neither should we go hungry — 

There 's plenty in our land ; 
But, oh ! what a painful feeling 

With not a crumb in hand. 

Wc are drunkards' wives and daughters ; 

Nobody cares for us, ah no ! 
Don't you think we feel their slightings, 

Together with other woe ? 

Ah yes ! It gives us an extra pain — 

So dee}) we cannot tell. 
O rumsellcr ! Is there any gain 

In sending people down to hell ? 

Just look at the poor rumseller, 

Void of all principle : yes. 
Sending God's people down to death — 

Ah ! worse than that, ah yes! 

Do you ever ill ink of the judgment, 
When the reckoning day will come? 

How many, many drunkards 
Will meet you in your doom J 



FOR A TEMPERANCE WORKER. 187 

How many have you sent to hell 
By selling them this rum ? 

Lord, I am filled with horror 
At the rumseller s doom ! 

1 should think you would be afraid of your shadow 

At the way you your living do get. 
rumseller ! What a word — rumseller ! 
Goes with you in the rum net 

That you carry to catch the man's dollar, 

And ruin his body and soul. 
Oh ! are you not filled with great horror ? 

Are you not? Say yes, and be bold. 

Give up the name of rumseller — 

Dress up ! wear your clothes like a man; 

Do right, get honestly the dollar, 
And do all the good you can. 

Success to Brother Montgomery, 

A long and happy life ; 
Lord, please bless his labors 

All through his weary life. 

In Heaven there are stars very many 
That will shine in his crown so fair — 

For him for his labors for drunkards, 
And his Saviour will bid him it wear. 



188 POEMS. 

Go on, clean out these horrid dens, 

Wherever you them find. 
And my prayers for you will to Heaven ascend 

And for all distress of mankind. 



Wo J-\ps. Marcus JAoPton, 

We have met, beloved friend, to part; 

'Tis the parting gives the pain, 
For as I write I can but think 

We may never meet again. 

But, dearest friend, I will think of thee 

At morn, at noon, at night; 
But 1 hope to the home thou art going 

Everything will be bright. 

May the flowers of earth bloom for thee, 
And the birds most sweetly sing. 

Please drop a silent prayer for me, 
For me while I'm in being. 

Yes, drop a thought for Mary, 

As round tins earth yon roam ; 
Remember, if I had the wings of a dove 
I would ilv away to your home. 



ON THE DEATH OF MARY HUNTLEY. 189 

Yes, fly away to your Western home 

To stay a few moments with thee ; 
To my own I would return again 

Happy, contented, and free. 

But trust the Lord with all your heart, 

As from place to place you roam ; 
We will meet, then never to part, 

In a beautiful, heavenly home. 

Some night in my dreams I will come, 
And we '11 be together as in days that are gone ; 
I will smile the same smile as 1 stand by your side, 
And whisper these words : Death cannot divide. 



®fi tstye Beatir] ©£ ffiaev Runtlev. 

Since thou hast died and left me, Mary, 
The world seems dark and drear ; 

Did I think I so much loved thee ? 
Ah no ! the blow is severe. 

I knew I dearly loved thee, 

Ah yes ! I knew that well, 
But, Oh ! the deepness of that love 

Will ever with me dwell. 



190 POEMS. 

I think of thee at morn, at night, at eve, 
And, oft in solitude I grieve ; 
"lis very lonely with me now, 
But to my fate I'll meekly bow. 

I will think of thee in silent night 

When all are wrapt in sleep; 
I've prayed your future might be bright — 

Where none ever wake to weep. 

Oh! weary, weary longing:! 

For that that will never come ; 
I will wait and watch for thy coming 
Till we meet in a better home. 

How do I know but that thou rested 

In the arms of infinite love. 
How do I know but that thou wast tested 

By the love of the Crucified One. 

But I must think of thee as such, dear Mary, 
Or my very heart would break ; 

But I will try to be reconciled daily, 
For my own dear .Master's sake. 

I shall often visit the churchyard 

And sit me down by thy side ; 
I will try to endure — but its ever so hard- - 

Yes, hard, for 1 know thou hast died. 



THE RESURRECTION MORN. . 191 

I trust and hope we again shall meet 

In that beautiful by and by, 
Where friends each other greet, 

In fairer worlds on high. 



SFhe Regur?peGfei©n ffl©im. 

In the resurrection morn 

Firmly I will stand, 
My head with glory crowned, 

At God's right hand. 

Securely I shall rest 
Upon his sacred breast, 

His beauties to behold 
Far brighter than gold. 

The Holy Son of God 
Seated upon His throne ; 

Happy and secure 

Taking back His own. 

Jesus, Mighty, Holy King, 

Let poor me Thy praises sing. 

Yes, let me sing redeeming love, 
Forever in Thy courts above. 



192 POEMS. 

l\x ffiission While ©n Earth. 

My mission while on earth 

Is to do all the good I can : 
Give a cup of cold water today, 

And to-morrow withhold not my hand. 

Inasmuch as ye have done it to me, 
To you a reward shall be given. 

I was hungry and ye gave me meat — 
For this thou shalt enter yon heaven. 

Naked, and ye clothed me, my friends ; 

Thirsty, and ye gave me drink ; 
In prison, and ye visited me there ; 

For you a home 1 will prepare — 

A home where streets are paved with gold, 
Passing through a jasper sea ; 

And trees of paradise will bloom 
Forever there for you and me. 

And round that lovely throne in Heaven 
Ten thousand angels daily stand ; 

Their songs of love they will always sing — 
Secure at ( bid's right hand. 

There we shall never need the sun 

Nor the brightness of the moon— - 
The glory of our blessed Lord, 
Shall drive away the gloom. 



TO MRS. McCLELLAN. 193 

There everlasting spring abides, 

And never withering flowers. 
And not one sin can e'er divide 

Us from Eden's lovely bowers. 

All glory to the Lamb of God ; 

That Lamb for us was slain, 
But now He lives, our blessed Lord, 

The world of worlds He has gained. 



¥0 Mp£. MsGlellaFi. 

Mrs. McClellan, though a stranger to you, 
Yet I feel for you deep in my heart. 

May God help you to pass safely through 

The loss of your son from which you do part. 

It is hard to bear when from the hand of a wretch 

His sweet life was taken away. 
Bear up, dear bereaved one ; I beseech you 

Stand firm to the task of to-day. 

And may God, who hath protected you, 
Shield you kindly and safely to-day, 

And mete justice to the heartless betrayer, 
For the sake of him who is at rest. 
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194 POEMS. 

Cheer up! There are hundreds to pity and love you, 
But it will not bring back the one from the grave ; 

But a merciful Jesus above you 
We trust poor Alfred has saved. 

And if so, his spirit watch o'er you, 
And Oh ! with what pity and love — 

The same constant watch for your welfare, 
The same constant labors of love. 

Cheer up ! For the one who hath done this 

Will pine and die like the shrubs of the field. 

< rod bless you ! Think of the one who is at rest — 

How gladly he would pillow his head on your breast. 

When on that beautiful shore you meet, 
You will forget the things of to-day : 

And your happiness, Oh ! how complete — 
In the arms of your loved one alway. 



Woman's Sympathy. 

When I read in the columns of Tlie D<uj 

The s;id death of ladies nowaday, 
Can officers and lawyers be so blind 

Thai no trace of the murderers they can find ? 



WOMAN'S SYMPATHY. 195 

Just stop a moment ; let us see. 

Do these men pity suffering humanity ? 

Ah no ! if so, they could have found out of late 

A clue to the murders in Connecticut State. 

Can you find refinement in a false lover's heart ? 
Ah no ! It makes my very blood start. 
Does it not make our hearts beat with pity anew, 
To see what Connecticut is coming to. 

What ! No police force able to find 
The heartless murderers of womankind ? 
What ! Mary, Jennie, Rose, all laid away, 
And no clue of the murderers of to-day ? 

This getting rid of the gallows, seems to me, 
Helps others to clo the same and get free. 
Poor helpless women — by love made blind 
To the heartless treatment of brutal mankind. 

Poor Rose, left alone at the gate 

To wander home, be it ever so late ; 

And the man of her choice, so soon to wed — 

Snuggled down nicely in bed, he said. 

Could genuine love let her battle alone 
On such a cold, dark, dreary night ? 
Ah no ! but she never more will wait 
To meet her loved one at the gate. 



196 POEMS. 

The one of his choice lay cold and dead — 
Not one tear, they say, that he has shed; 
Not one moment to stop and weep 
O'er the grave of the loved one who had fallen asleep- 
Thank God ! the day is coming 
When just measure will be meted to all ; 
Peace, prosperity, and happy greeting 
On the tried saints of God will fall. 

Our eyes behold no more suffering humanity 
Basking in the sunlight of God's immortality, 
When murder, theft, drunkenness, shall have 

passed away, 
And forth will shine one long eternal day. 



The Summer Rath Ended. 

Summer hath ended ; Fall hath come; 

Ami everything looks drear. 
We'll snuggle up in our little home 

Until Summer doth appear. 

Then out we will turn from our rusty nest T 

Trying to be bright and gay ; 
Trying to do the best we can 

To make cheerful and happy the day. 






THE SUMMER HATH ENDED. 197 

Some, through the Winter, will try- 
To lead a far better life ; 

Some will have bid this world adieu, 

And have passed from this earthly strife. 

All with this year's book sealed up 

For the resurrection morn — 
How many with blessings hath filled the cup, 

And passed to mortal man ? 

Have we improved the talents 

Intrusted to our keeping ? 
Or have we buried them in the earth, 

And all this time been sleeping ? 

If thus we have been sleeping or napping 

With our talents in our hand, 
What chance have we of resting 

In a holier, happier land ? 

Shall we hear, " depart ye cursed 

From everlasting life ; 
You cannot rest with the blessed, 

Go down to darkest night. 

"" Go down from holy heaven ; 

Away from Father's care ; 
•Go down unforgiven 

To regions of dark despair. 



198 poemb. 

" Too late to groan, shudder, or think, 

Or to beg for sins forgiven. 
I have paid in full your earnings, 

And must banish you far from heaven. 

" I have groaned, and bled, and died ; 

My life I have given for you; 
On the cruel cross I suffered ; 

All this, my friends for you. 

" For you my blood was shed in vain, 
You would not have it applied. 

For you I suffered dreadful pain, 

But you turned away from my side?" 

terrible thought ! Doomed to die ; 

No home with God on high ; 
No home with the ransomed, never! 

Banished from God forever. 



Wo Sister GlosSon. 

Dear sister, I thought I would write 
The thoughts of my own mind to you. 

It fills my soul with greatest delight 
To think you love Jesus too. 



TO SISTER GLOSSON. 199 

How often I think of thy kind words of cheer 
Thou gavest as we passed by the way ; 

Of our great love to our Father above, 
And our Saviour that taught us to pray. 

Be faithful, my sister, to Christ and to God, 

While you dwell in the body below ; 
It 's a painful path we all have to tread, 

But to heaven e'er long we shall go. 

Pray often for me, and I'll pray for you, 
Thereby we shall gain strength, you see. 

Let your prayers ascend to Heaven, my friend, 
In all your heart's purity. 

Pray for the union, the temperance band, 
That we go heart to heart, hand in hand — 
Go through fire, if needs be, to save 
Sinners and drunkards from dishonored graves. 

Christ's pathway was thorny and rough like ours ; 
Not one came to strew His last path with flowers. 
But in his last hours they vanished like dew. 
Oh ! the anguish he suffered for me and for you. 

Adieu ! Dear sister, adieu ; 
Many times I shall think of you ; 
And I' 11 pray that we may meet above, 
Aud meet in the light of God's love. 



200 POEMS. 

Affection. 

Affection one for another 

Is a commandment from God above. 
Affection for sister and brother, 

Yes, brother and sisterly love. 

A new commandment I give you : 
Sec thai you love one another 

Even as I have loved you — 
So love thee each other. 

I gave my life for thee ; 

For you my blood was shed 
To save your soul from sin 

And quicken you from death. 

I've fitted you a mansion 

All beautiful and fair ; 
No pain, no sorrow, aye, no death, 

Can ever enter there. 



Written on the Death of Willie and 
Richard. 

My dear little children. 1 feel thou art gone; 

Yes, gone from thy dear father's care, 
And my thoughts go back to a little home, 

And Oh ! how 1 long to be there. 



ON TEE DEATH OF WILLIE AND RICHARD. 201 

Dear children, how gladly would I 

Have clasped thy dear forms to my heart, 

While suffering at home thou didst lie — 
I would have bid every pain to depart. 

'Thou hast fallen asleep, little ones — 
Asleep in your Saviour's embrace. 

Though missed from your earthly home 
You will see Jesus face to face. 

A blessing to children He gave 

As He took them in His arms ; 
His life as a ransom he gave 

To keep them from all harm. 

Sleep on, my dear little ones, 

Though to grief I can never say nay — 
I shall miss you my dear little sons ; 

Yes, miss you day by day. 

But Oh ! may the Father above 

Look down from His home in the sky, 

And pity His earth-stricken ones, 

For their treasures He has taken on high. 

Thanks be to God ! They rest 

From* all their earthly pain ; 
■Oh ! may I be so highly blest 

As to meet my dear children again. 



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202 POEMS. 

Wo p Friend. 

Many times to you I have wandered, 

Feeling sad and lone ; 
For enemies hovered around me 

Trying to do me harm. 

But after a season of chatting 
My strength would return again, 

And 1 would return rejoicing, 
Thinking aught of my pain. 

Sister, do you think for a moment 

Of all the good you can do 
In trying to strengthen the weak ones 

To carry the burdens through ? 

Do you long for that home, dear sister, 

On an immortal shore ? 
So quiet, so beautiful, sister, 

And a rest for evermore. 

Like Jesus we often do wonder, 

But ( )h ! what a home over yonder ; 
And of Jesus we all shall grow fonder 

Throughout an endless day. 

• 

Remember these lines from your sister, 
And it' ever you view my cold face, 

Remember the time is soon coming 
When you will rest in death's embrace. 



JUS US. — INS TALL A TWN. 203 

But our spirits will ascend to Father, 
And nestled down close to His side, 

In our saintly robes contented, 

In our Father's house we will abide. 



Jesus. 

Jesus, all my soul goes out 

In perfect love to Thee. 
I have blest God — no fear or doubt 

But I shall happy be. 

For in Thy Word I often read 
Thy promises, Oh ! so sweet. 

On Thee I '11 rest my weary head ; 
Yes, rest in Thee complete. 



ffia\j 19, 1882 — Installation. 

Our church was nicely filled to-day 
To see and hear the installation, 

And to mingle together our songs of praise 
And to witness an ordination. 

D. J. Ogden as our pastor now we have, 
And our hearts are filled with gladness, 

For if we had to part with him 

It would otherwise have been sadness. 



o,)4 POEMS. 

Prayer and scripture by the Rev. C. Cutting, 

Very interesting and good ; 
Sermon by Rev. 0. W. Bacon 

Beautiful, heavenly food. 

He spoke to us of the anchor 

That every soul should have 
To safely pass this weary life, 

And anchor safe at last — 

The anchor that reaches within the vail 

Where Christ before us entered. 
Christ ! Our King, we hail Thee — 

On Thee our hopes are centered. 

Charge to the pastor by the Rev. Heart — 
Beautifully he arranged his part, 
Giving to all words of cheer, 
Such as we needed here. 

Ordaining prayer and laying on of hands by Dr. 
E. P. Burr, 

And our hearts went up with him in prayer 
To our heavenly Father above, 

And we felt a return of His love. 

Right hand of fellowship by the Rev. F. C. Potter — 
Beautifully he spoke to the Rev. I>. .). Ogden — 

Truthful and soothing the words he did utter 
Of what our beloved pastor had Buffered. 



INSTALLATION. 205 

As he toiled through many a day, 
As a dear old soldier of Christ ; yea, 
To carry a message of love and prayer 
To dying and loved ones here and there. 

Address to the people by Rev. W. B. Cary — 
His address not long so we not weary — 
His words were very kind and good, 
And interested us as they should. 

Concluding prayer by Rev. B. Hopkins — 
May his blessing rest upon us, 
May his labors by the Lord be blest 
Forever — through an eternal rest. 

Benediction by the pastor-elect, 

And many more we do expect ; 

And may the blessings of God attend 

Our beloved pastor, shepherd, and friend. 

The church was nicely arranged with flowers — 
Like those we expect in Eden's bowers, 
Only more blessed by our Father in Heaven, 
For by His own hand they will be given. 

We all partook of an elegant collation 
Prepared by the ladies for the occasion ; 
The day with us most nicely ended, 
All were satisfied and contented. 



20G POEMS. 

As we all united heart and hand 
We will work for the perishing in our land ; 
And may God's blessing us attend 
Through all eternity, without end. 



Rosebud. 



Rosebud, what are you ? Just stop ! think ever 
We can find them wherever we stroll, 

In the hothouse — the garden near the river? 
And they seem to strike into the soul. 

Is that all ? Ah no ! There is a voice that speaks 
From the rosebud ; and what docs it say 2 

Why it speaks of the Holy Child Jesus — 
In the manger He budded one day. 

Call Him a rosebud? Yes, the sweetest on earth; 

And He grew to a beautiful fragrant flower — 
The loveliest, the sweetest the land e'er gave birth, 

And a bud with the greatest power. 

It began to open when only twelve years. 
And its Fragrance filled a large, airy room; 

It astonished the doctors and lawyers 
To see it commence to open so soon. 



ROSEBUD. 207 

Open again on the mountain with Satan you will 
find, 
For he tempted Him every way ; 
And in the Garden of Gethsemane, that dreadful 
night — 
Though not powerful enough the Rosebud to 
blight. 

Still on, through rain, sunshine, and heat, 

The Rosebud kept opening, its fragrance more 
sweet — 

Till on Calvary's cross the Rosebud entwined, 
Then opened and blossomed for all mankind. 

In its own full bloom it hath opened in Heaven — 
Thank God, it will never, never decay ; 

Come one, come all ! Be a rosebud, too, 
And bud and blossom along life's way. 

Shed your fragrance to sinners ; you will find 
It will make life sweet — you happy and kind, 
And a place to live in gardens of love — 
To fully bloom in God's courts above. 

Then Oh ! what happiness shall we know 
When before the throne we bow ; 
There to behold our Saviour King, 
And be allowed His praise to sing. 



208 POEMS. 

Oh, Glory to God ! I can hardly wait, 
I so long to enter in through the gate ; 
For I know when there I immortal shall be, 
And safe, yes, safe through eternity. 



Thanhs, Dear hopd. 

Lord, I thank Thee for the way 
That thou hast led me day by day : 

For all the blessings that Thou dost me give, 
And because Thou saidst unto me, live. 

Dear Lord, I thank Thee for the gift of Thy Son ; 

1 thank Thee again that His love is so strong. 
1 thank Thee for home and love of friends, 
And I know I shall thank Thee unto the end. 

I thank Thee because Thou hast taught me to pray 
Our Father in Heaven, and what we shall say ; 
Give to us daily our raiment and food, 
That cometh from Thee since our childhood. 

Thanks to the Father of light and love. 

Lei us have that light that comes from above; 

Grant unto us our sins forgiven, 

A in I give us at last a home in Heaven. 



INSURANCE. 209 

As we journey through life 

Many curious beings we find : 
Some with noble principle, 

Some most simple, foolish, blind ; 

But still in this interested business 

Of insuring a poor man's life, 
We come in pretty close contact 

With some of their ugly wives. 

They scold, and fret, and get angry, 

And think it a terrible sin 
To insure a son or a husband's life, 

But still they do give in. 

They tell us we are taking the business 

Out of their Father's hands ; 
For He giveth the life to the creatures He made, 

And furnishes them houses and lands. 

To all of this we do agree, 

But still we know we have an excellent plan 
To provide for the many families 

Of the poor, hard-working man. 

But I hope one thing they will learn ; 

That this business is solemn, not fun — 
To insure a man's life that he gets from his God, 

And the one that he keeps through His Son. 



210 POEMS. 

And while you arc working thank God ; 

Ask Him to protect you alway — 
So when you arc called to rest neath the sod 

You will be perfect and righteous, I pray. 

And when the last trumpet shall sound 
To awake the saints that sleep in the ground, 
You with the ransomed then shall rise 
To rest forever in Paradise. 

No tears, no sorrow, all joy, 
And songs of praise our tongues employ. 
We will meet our friends never to part — 
Will it not make happy every heart ? 

Farewell ! We may yet sometimes meet ; 
If not on earth, in a place more sweet ; 
If it be God's will in faith and love 
We will meet at the throne of God above. 



Blossoms. 



Tender little blossoms, 
Bandiwork of God ; 

Blooming in our gardens, 
Shooting through the sod, 



ON THE DEATH OF HUSBAND. 211 

Making glad our hearts 

With their fragrance sweet ; 
Sometime they will bloom up yonder, 

God's great heart to meet. 



Sn the Death ol husband. 

Dearest husband, thou has left me, 

And I miss thee every hour ; 
All thy kindness comes before me — 

Much I think of days of yore. 

Thou didst watch o'er me so tenderly, 

Always caring for me in love. 
Thou hast gone ! and I am so lonely ; 

I trust we soon shall meet above. 

Meet in that bright, celestial city ; 

Meet where sorrows are known no more ; 
Meet where tears and parting cease ; 

Meet on the evergreen shore. 

There is loneliness everywhere, dear ; 

Everywhere I may turn or go ; 
Oh ! how my heart still yearns for thee 

To cheer me while here below. 



212 POEM*. 

But I would not wish thee back again, 

For thou didst suffer long ; 
For now thou art truly free from pain, 

And I will try to be brave and strong. 

The heart aches, and the hours grow long. 
As I sit in my home from day to day — 

And I ponder, and seem to watch for thy coming, 
Yet I know I must watch in vain. 

Good bye ! I must wait till I am called on high ; 

Then, my husband, we will meet 
To be with each other forever and ever, 

And traverse the srolden streets. 



On the Death of Dellie Raymond. 

Nellie, thou art missed from our circle : 

Lonely and dreary it seems to be. 
It is sad thou hast gone from us early : 

We Bigh, yet we know thou art free. 

We shall miss thee at home always : 

And ai church, where thou mingled so free. 

In deeds of charity thou was foremost — 
The prosperity of the church was a pleasure to thee. 



ON THE DEATH OF NELLIE RAYMOND. 21S 

The organ, to me, seems lost of its sweetness ; 

The keys seem silent thy fingers swept o'er ; 
But we know up in Heaven thou wilt join the chorus, 

With all the bright angels gone on before. 

We could not stay the hand of death — 

Ah no ! 'T will master be ; 
How gladly would we have done so ! 

Oh Nellie ! It hath borne thee far from me. 

Yet I will try my grief to bear, 

For I know that God doth for me care. 

When death shall call me thus away, 

I'll meet thee in the realms of perfect day. 

It seems sometimes that thou wert near me, 

Yet I know thou canst not come. 
I must be borne to thee, Nellie, 

Into thy heavenly home. 

At the beautiful gate you will be waiting 

To welcome me to thy side ; 
I will try to be gentle and patient, 

Till we meet our darling child. 



214 POEMS. 

I-\\- Saviour. 

Jesus, dear Lamb of God, I come 
To Thee, most blessed Holy One, 
My blessed Holy Conqueror — 
My soul uplifts itself in prayer. 

Beautiful Master, King divine, 
1 know Thou lovest this heart of mine ; 
I know Thou wilt save in a land of bliss — 
In holiness I'm perfect through Thy grace. 

Master, I bow in reverence to thee, 
For Thou hast died for such as me ; 
Through Thy pure life we claim a blessing 
That heals us wholly, makes us free. 

Help all to freely bear the pains of life 
Because Thou hast passed through such strife. 
Noi one dark frown Thy face did wear, 
But for poor sinners thou didst care. 

Look down upon the works of Father's hand ; 
See what disturbance sin is causing in the land. 
blessed Christ! The ones tor whom Thou died 
Are trifling with thy wounded side. 

But, my blessed Master, I know full well 
The love of Thee and God is beautiful. 
blessed God! When shall 1 have the power 
To warble forth thy glories satisfactorily ? 



FOR A WEDDING. 215 

When I try to pen the riches of His grace 
I'm lost in wonder, love, and praise. 
I cannot write — I cannot speak — it seems ; 
My mind and soul seem lost in blissful dreams. 

Lord, it's no use ; I cannot express 

My feelings, and my love is known unto Thee best. 

I cannot ; I'm too weak to on Thee call ; 

I'll sit in silence, and leave it to Thee — all in alL 



Bm R iXJedding. 

Children, I have been thinking much to-day 
Of your future, which I hope will be bright 

It depends upon you both, dear ones, 
Whether it shall be dark or light. 

You have got each other to lean upon, 

In sickness, sorrow, and pain, 
And your blessed God to depend on 

For good and a greater gain. 

There will be added trials and sorrows 
That you did not encounter before ; 

And the wedded life will bring them — 
Heartaches and pains by the score. 



216 POEMS. 

Vet in the chains of wedlock 

There is much to make life sweet : 
True hearts linked with each other 

Is one thing seems complete. 

Another thing : God blesses a union 

Where loving hearts are made one, 
For each sake leave father and mother, 

Is the commandment from the Holy One. 

When the sweet word passes between you 

That makes you husband and wife, 
May the grace of God always sustain you 

Through the uneven journey of life. 

May you meet extra trials with pleasure, 

And bear them together, dear ones. 
Be gentle, loving, forbearing — 

May the glory of each be as the glory of one. 

Dear Eva, my daughter, I welcome you 

To my weak and feeble heart ; 
May I ever be able to adore you 

Until our life shall part. 

William, my last, my youngest — must I say 
dearest — 

You seem so near to your mother's heart — 
1 stop and think: Must we separate? 

Ah no! it's not death's smart. 



THE WAR CRY. 217 

Ah no ! Just a little change through life ; 

I couldn't say thee nay 
In taking Eva for thy wife — 

Thou wilt be happy, I trust and pray. 

And may Heaven's choicest blessings, 

My son and daughter, you attend. 
And as through this life you are passing 

Never forget your mother and friend. 

As Christians may you live 

And be holy — given up to God ; 
True husband, true wife, 

Depending on the holy Lord. 



W>he War? Gpv. 

The war cry still rings in our ears. 

Why ? Because of the sleeping dead. 
What matters ; they cannot speak. 

Ah friends, 'tis the silence we dread. 

The silence that reigns in the church-yard. 

As we march around the ones that are at rest- 

We speak but they cannot hear — 

Nothing but earth o'er the ones we love best. 
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218 P0EM8. 

As wc bring our tokens of love to-day 

To lay on the graves of the sleeping dead, 

What can we look up to God and say, 

Except that He bless them in the narrow bed ? 

We feel this, yet we know that the spirit 

Is resting with Jesus in peace; 
But soon the body will it inherit — 

Free from pains they have ceased. 

We say the war cry still sounds. 

Ah yes, dear friends, it is true — 
There are victims of war still to lie in the ground, 

And what can the mourners do ? 

In Niantic, to-day, there arc those that the war 
Hath made weak and useless for life ; 

There are those the bullet and privation 
Hath made them despair of their lives. 

There are those that are living to-day 

That have heartaches and pains by the score ; 

Nothing but immortality can take them away, 
And a home on the evergreen shore. 



THE GOSPEL SIEVE FOR REV. HANNA. 219 

e Bdgpel Sieve — &®w Rev. ian^a. 

The gospel sieve is sifting 

Through all the world to-day. 
I pray you all take warning — 

It stops here while on its way. 

"While listening to a sermon 

Take all the good right in ; 
While sifting what the reverend says 

Be sure and do not sin. 

The pews perform their offices, 

Though silent, in their way ; 
They hold their listeners readily 

While they read, sing, and pray. 

No pews give their account to God ; 

But those that sit therein 
.Must take heed how they hear 

And how it is kept within. 

Take heed how you preach — 

Take heed how you hear — 
This did the Master teach 

While He traveled here. 

Jveep clean, keep holy, child, 

Was our dear Master's rule ; 
Come unto Me and be ye whole 

While in the militant school. 



OOQ POEMS. 

TIk to are many to be saved : 

Work hard while it is da\ : 
Preach from your pews and gives us aid — 

Rescue the perishing always. 

By their fruits shall they be known — 

No good tree beareth bad. 
Spread your branches wide; 

Make your Redeemer glad. 

Sift out with the gospel sieve 

All that is impure and rank — 
Come unto God and live — 

Depend on His great bank — 

On His great hank from which to draw 

All the days of your life ; 
Soon you will gel a quitclaim <\i>r<\ by law, 

Free from sin, and care, and, si life. 

The gospel sieve is made of love. 

To suffering humanity 
'T will sift the sin out of our hearts, 

And fill us full of purity. 

Glory to God! Tin- great sitting time is coming; 

Jesus Christ the sitter then will be. 
How have we improved our talents? 

Let us review and see. 



TO SISTER JOHN LUCE. 221 

Holiness to God let us practice and preach, 
This same thing to the people teach ; 

This same blessing by and by 

Will take us to a fairer world on high. 

Praise God for ever and ever, 

Nothing shall us from Him sever ; 

Let us bow willingly beneath His rod 
And call Him blessed, blessed Lord. 



¥o Sistep J©hr] Iiuce. 

Sister, cease thy weeping now. 

Why mourn when Frank is dead ; 
Mark the pallor on his brow ; 

Yet he rest his weary head. 

Mother, dry your tears, please ; 

Your precious boy is free from pain 
Have no doubts or fears. 

You will meet your child again. 

Mother, thank God for all — 
Your son shall live again ; 

It's only the Master's call 
To yonder peaceful plain. 



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Mother, trust God and live ; 

Only his spirit took its flight — 
Immortality he will receive, 

And dwell where all is light. 

Mother, he would not have you weep. 

Mother, peace, be still. 
Silence : he is only asleep — 

Let thy will be God's will. 

Your beautiful boy is resting 
In the arms of Infinite Love. 

Cheer up ! God 's only testing — 
It's His wisdom from above. 

Say farewell with calmness; 

Frank would bid you to — 
Bid him farewell with gentleness, 

He would wish you so to do. 

Dear sister, brother, wait ; , 

Soon your time will come ; 

Frank will meet you at the gate, 
And all be gathered home. 



BE MERCIFUL AND KIND. 223 

Be MePGiful and Kind. 

Be merciful and kind to all, 

As you journey here below. 
They that are, shall obtain mercy — 

As they travel to and fro. 

God is very merciful to us ; 

Else where should we be ? 
And He says : Shew mercy — 

Kindhearted is God to thee. 

Lift up the fallen ones, 

Work for Jesus all you can ; 
Rescue the drunken ones — 

Teach them to be men. 

Life is too short, my friend, 

To waste its precious hours away ; 

Live well, do well, to the end — 
Work and watch and pray. 

God loves the merciful. 

Look, He saith to me, and live, 
Always, everywhere be useful — 

Work while it is day. 



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Gup LiQved Ones. 

We have got loved ones on the other shore — 

Been there many a day ; 
We arc hound to meet, them when life is o'er, 

And live with them alway. 

We know there will be a glorious meeting 
When Jesus says : Come home. 

Yes, yes, a happy glorious greeting 
When we hear the " well done." 

Then we'll be known as we are known — 
Father, mothers, and sisters dear ; 

Oh happy, blissful, lovely home — 
Prepared for all that God holds dear. 

I ofttimes look up to the heavens. 

And seem to see my Saviour dear ; 
And hear Him say : Thou art forgiven ; 

1 am waiting for you here — 

Waiting for you daughter, your time is near; 
Soon you will come up higher, never tear. 
I have chosen you : work on a while, 
And My holy law fulfill. 

Yes, Lord, I '11 do Thy bidding well, 
And of Thy love to others tell ; 
( inly let my band touch Thine 
And I will keep in the line. 



I'M GOING HOME SOON. 225 

Steadily onward I '11 choose my way — 
The one that marks to endless day. 
Bless me always, Lord, I pray ; 
Let me not idle time away. 

In this moral vineyard may I useful be — 
Do things meet for eternity. 
Blessed Master, keep me tied 
To Thy loving, bleeding side. 

Let me have the blessed power 
To be very near Thee every hour. 
] wish, dear Lord, always to be 
Where Thou canst easily find me. 

Forbid that I should get too high 
For fear that Thou wouldst pass me by. 
Let me very humble be, 
Then I can work acceptably. 



I'm Going Rome Soon. 

I 'm going home soon ; 

To the place where the glorified are. 
My life is nearly out of bloom — 

Silver threads are in my hair. 



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I 'm going home soon ; 

My Father bids me come. 
I '11 roam the field that 's fair, 

And by His side sit down. 

P m going home soon ; 

Where the city is filled with light — 

There will be no need of the moon, 
God makes all things bright. 

I 'm going home soon ; 

To be with my Saviour, God. 
Through the golden streets I'll roam, 

And be pure and safe with my Lord. 

Beautiful Saviour and my King — 
Soon I '11 be allowed Thy praise to sing 
Forever rest in Thine embrace, 
And see my Master face to face. 



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